"Jack, what the hell are you doing?!" Alice yelled after him. "You'll get yourself killed!"
Jack flew down the road and felt a wet tear trickle down his face as he remembered Trixie. "Please don't be dead, don't be dead," he pleaded, running to his house. There was no sign of the black and white puppy, so he sat down on a stone and began crying. The planes were out of sight now, gone. Something wet slobbered over his cheek and he pushed it away. The familiar whine echoed into his ear and his eyes flew open, almost laughing as he embraced his dog. Then he saw a figure. Another survivor! he thought suddenly, racing towards the figure as Trixie followed him. It was a girl, a girl he knew.
"Stef?" he asked in astonishment, recognizing the girl from his class.