"Randolph!" I shouted.

"What?" he yelled from the kitchen.

I burst through the double doors, never as glad to hear the irritation in his voice as I was then, and gripped the shoulder of his orange vest tightly. "I need you to look at my wrist."

"Your wrist... Why?" His gaze snagged on my face and what must've been unease behind my eyes. The last of his color drained away. "Are you okay? Did you see...something?"

I shoved my arm at him. "Just tell me ...