*Bryson*

I caught my breath and made it to Ada, who was still laying in her mother's arms. Her stillness terrified me and I found myself reaching out and grabbing onto her, bringing her to me.

Ada's mother looked at me in confusion for a moment, but didn't object, for which I was eternally grateful. Ada's father stood back as well, nervously pacing. He looked nearly as worried as me.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice betraying the fear and panic I was feeling. "What ...