"Was that... A dream?"
Jane wondered and instinctively reached her hand out to rub her neck, just to find it neatly patched and slightly aching.
"Ah." She exclaimed. That must've been the dressing for her neck that had been slit. "It was definitely not a dream."
She sighed and covered her face with both her palms. That experience... She did not want to experience it again. So dangerous. Only a minute more and they would've been buried in the rubbles of the fallen hospital.
So dangerous.
But was Maxwell alright? He carried her to jump, didn't he? Well, he was sure to be alright. He was 'the' Maxwell. A crazy and annoying psychopath who would give reason to all his dirty deeds.
She silently chuckled. Was it weird that she found his psychotic behavior hilarious, childish and maybe cute?
