Holy fuck. It’s Dean. Breath rushes out of my lungs, and I’m up off the couch and moving toward him, and I say his name, “Felix,” that’s all I can say. I want to say so much more—where is he and have you seen him, is he’s okay, oh god, please tell me he’s okay, but I don’t need to ask Dean anything, because CJ moves aside and then I’m staring right at Felix. I stop moving.
