The room was quiet. It had been a deadly silence since you started to abstract.. Jax had managed to bring you back and was just.. Cradling you in his arms. You fit quite perfectly..

"Are you.. Gonna let go yet?" You ask Jax and he subconsciously squeezes you tighter. He can't seem to process your question.. His pupils have formed into squiggles.

You stay quiet for a bit, feeling the soft ground beneath your knees. He can't seem to get over the possibility that you could've abstracted.. Gone to the cellar. He would've never seen you again..