JC POV
I stood there, trying to make sense of everything in my head. The spirits had taken Haylie's body, and only she could return in her own way and time. Frustrated, I ran my hand through my hair and looked at Klinton.
"There's nothing we can do, JC," he said with a heavy heart.
"You know she's just a human, and she's barely sixteen," I said, my voice laced with frustration.
I didn't know how long it would take for Haylie to find her way back. All I knew was that I missed her terribly and wished she were here. Wherever she was, I hoped she could feel how much she meant to me. The only thing I had left were the memories—precious moments we had spent together in that wooden house in Greenland.
"JC, let's head back to the camp and wait there," I heard Klinton say. "There's nothing more we can do here."
