Haley slowly approached Jackob, recognizing him. She offered him her hand to help him up, glancing hesitantly at Ciara. Why had the siblings been fighting? Why did they fight? She had so many questions. But she didn’t speak for a good moment before deciding to ask only one of her questions. “[color=f6989d]You alright?[/color]” It was directed at Jackob, since she noticed his weakened state.
	That draft had not been a draft in fact. It had been a Haunt. The Haunt floated near Zoe, sometimes passing through her to simulate a strange draft. But it had a rhthym to its passes. Three long. Three short. Three long. Morse code for SOS. There was no emergency that it knew of, but it still did as it did.