"This way, Jonah. Take my hand." He gasped, whipping his head around, trying to see Justin, for it had been his voice he heard. He felt his hand being pulled and lurched forward, through a space in the crowd, trying to see who was ahead of him but there were too many bodies, too much movement. "Hurry up, slowpoke. She's waiting for you." "Justin. Slow down. Let me see you."
I AM GOING TO CRY
