47: New Beginnings
Logan
Jenna runs across the hall floor and flies into Anyra’s arms. The two hug for several seconds before parting, both of them grinning ear to ear.
“You’re alive!” Jenna exclaims.
“Yes, I am,” Anyra says. “I’m glad your dad was able to get back to you.”
Jenna’s eyes water as she speaks, “Thank you for that. You risked your life to get him back, even IF you were only looking for this guy.” She punches my arm playfully, but it’s still hard enough to leave me rubbing the sore spot.
“Glad we could help,” I say, grimacing.
Frida comes over with Marcel, who looks slightly better, likely having received some help from his Wiccan wife.
Frida hugs me, and then Anyra, smiling warmly. “Thank you both for seeing my Marcel back to me safely. I wish we could’ve been more helpful,” she says.
“You were more than helpful,” Anyra says. “After all, you got us the dart guns.”