Elora woke up and moaned. Jason heard her and woke up, too. Before he could even sit up, she was leaping from the bed, hand over her mouth, and flying for the bathroom. Jason hopped up after her, making it inside the bathroom just in time to hold her hair back from her face.

After her episode of revisiting last night dinner, Elora moaned again and leaned back against Jason's legs. "Not again."

Jason flushed the toilet and helped her up. "Don't worry," he murmured. "I'll tell everyone to keep it down today, all right?"

"Okay," Elora said meekly. "I feel awful, Jason. Not like normal morning sickness."

Jason bit his lip as he carried her to bed. "I'm sure it's just a phase," he finally said.

"Maybe," Elora agreed, curling up on her side and falling asleep. Jason stroked her blonde hair and sighed. What was wrong with Elora?

Elora woke that night with a jolt.

Something was very, very wrong.

She couldn't figure out what. But she was sure something was off.

She climbed out of bed, suddenly feeling like she needed to move. She grabbed her robe on and left the cabin, leaving Jason sleeping peacefully in bed.

Elora paced along the decks, and wandered by the mess hall before the thoughts came slamming into her.

Jason and I aren't ready! She thought frantically. We can't do this!

He can't.

What kind of wife would I be to let him suffer?

A horrible one! She concluded.

Well…there was one way to fix this.

And she put the plan to action straight away.

Jason woke up slowly, rolled over, and started to fall back asleep. Suddenly, he realized Elora's comforting warmth was gone. He sat up and looked around the cabin.

He was alone.

Frowning, he shoved the sheets aside and walked to the bathroom.

"Elora?" he caked, knocking on the door.

No answer.

With growing worry, he pushed the door open.

No one.

Jason's heart rate began to climb. He fumbled along the wall for the light switch. The cabin alluminated. There was no one inside besides himself.

"Oh, no," he groaned before darting from the cabin.

Fifteen minutes later, Jason was working hard not to panic (and failing, for the most part). He'd searched Camp Rock and there was no sign of Elora.

"Okay, Jason," he muttered. "Don't panic."

He ran to Shane and Mitchie's cabin and knocked.

Mathew's lone cry made Jason cringe. He'd woke him up.

The light flickered on. Jason knocked again, more insistently.

"Shane!" he called, noticing his poorly concealed panic in his voice.

The door opened and Shane peered out grumpily at him. Jason could hear Mitchie's soft voice cooing her baby back to sleep.

"What?" Shane demanded. "You even know how late it is?"

"Elora's gone," Jason whimpered, tears in his eyes.

"WHAT?!" two voices yelped. Mitchie came to stand behind her husband, Mathew on her shoulder.

"I…I don't know," Jason said weakly. "She's been really sick all day…and I woke up a while ago…she was gone!"

"How long ago?" Shane questioned.

"I…don't know," Jason repeated. "I…I looked all over camp."

"And she's not here?" Mitchie asked.

Jason shook his head. "I'm going to go look for her," he said in a choked voice. "If she comes back, do not under any circumstance, let her try to follow me."

"I'll come with you," Shane said immediately.

"No," Jason shook his head. "Stay here. She'll listen to you both. And anyway…I think we need to settle something. If we're not back by noon tomorrow…" he checked his watch. "…today, you can come get us." He turned, ran down the street and started towards the woods.

"Wait!" Shane darted after him, and handed Jason a powerful flashlight.

"Thanks," Jason muttered. "Hadn't…hadn't thought of that."

"Dude, I really think I should come," Shane insisted.

"No," Jason repeated. "I'll be fine." He started back for the trees.

"Remember!" he called. "If she comes back, don't let her follow me."

He switched on the flashlight and disappeared into the trees.
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