week 1; thursday night (curfew); jade vine farm

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[It's nearly time for bed on Thursday and Noah is nowhere to be found. Weird, but Healy doesn't think too much of it... until he tries the door to their cottage. No dice. So much for checking outside for the guy.]

We're locked in.

[He says it matter-of-factly. If he's concerned, he doesn't show it. He tries the door again, but it's jammed up tight.]

And Noah's likely locked out. Anyone know if he was planning a sleepover?

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You good, kid?

[Obviously not, but he doesn't really know how to comfort people when they're panicking.]

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[ In a wavering voice: ] What if... he's...

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Then seems like there's nothing we can do.

[Comforting! After a moment:]

But we don't know that he's in danger. We'll keep trying the door, and once we can get out, we'll go look for him.

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[ Not comforting at all, Healy!!!!! ]

O-okay.

[ She takes a few steps back, then starts a fruitless search for other points of exit. And to get a little distance. In case Healy decides to become pyscho. You never know. ]