Ch. 8
The room was dark. The dust hung in the moldy air like it was tied with strings to the ceiling
Jak watched, arms woven over his chest, as the other man paced the room. Finally, the red-head stopped and turned to him.
"Jak, w--"
Suddenly the two spun around as the door slid open and a woman's shrieking met their ears.
"JAK! JAK! O-oh God, JAAAA---!" Tess barreled into the room, barely catching herself on one of the bunk poles. She was panting hard and a thick coat of sweat layered her body, matting her hair to her forehead.
Jak raised an eyebrow. "Tess?"
After a second (and only one) of choking breath into her burning lungs, Tess' fearful eyes latched onto the blonde's.
"J... Jak... i-it's Daxter!"
Without thinking ('cause if he had thought about it, he would have pretended he didn't care) Jak took a step toward her.
"What? What about him?" he asked worriedly.
"H-he's gone!"
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OH NOEZ! D: what will happen to poor Daxy-poo!