Delivery Word from Jacob Wickham to Adelaide Throes

Crazy girls have always had a thing for Jake Wickham. It's not surprising for a boy in a gas mask, but... Every. Damn. Time. And yet he smiles and gives a little laugh as he unfurls the note that has just been delivered to him. Won't you tell me how this ends? The beach stretches out all around him in the early morning light and he immediately grabs a piece of driftwood to scratch a reply into the sand, snapping a photograph with his camera.

B A D L Y

He stands there for a minute, fingers toying with the edges of the snapshot. It has been a while since he's met a girl as crazy as Adelaide seems to be... as crazy as his mother. I never thought to worry about the air —

Guilt turns his fidgeting fingers back to the sand, drawing out another word to be sent along with the first. He can't deny the honestly of his initial response and he won't lie to her, but there is more than one way to describe how all of this is bound to end — for Jake, for Adelaide, for everyone.

T O G E T H E R