Elliot awoke to the sound of murmurs. He felt that the room was filled with his friends, forming a crowd that seemed to be arguing.
He sat up and saw his friends. They were in a room that was covered with a heating spell from Connor. The room was filled with a red light, providing them the warmth they need as they waited for the storm to pass.
"What happened?" Elliot asked, cupping his head. He touched his right after, relaxing his shoulders as he felt that it was there. "The last thing I remembered was the storm. I tried finding Connor, but it was too late. I was already covered with the cold."
"Elliot…" Connor trailed off and walked over to him. "Geneva already told me everything. I'm sorry if I didn't hear you out. You hanging out with her doesn't really felt well."
"That's because you're jealous," Ed snorted. "Jealousy is a serious problem. A lot of people had died just because of jealousy."
Elliot tilted his head, "What makes you say that?"
