Gia
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After our planning session the night before, we decided to head out to Davin’s pack after a quick stop at Noah’s and my places to pack some necessities. Greenland was an unforgiving place, and even something as simple as dressing appropriately was an essential part of survival. I’d had a fitful night’s rest which just made me feel on edge all morning.
The drive was long and quiet, although less awkward than the day before. Noah had offered to drive, and I accepted gratefully. I was lost in thought for most of the trip. The sight of the hooded figure played on my mind. What had happened then? How did I do it? Was it a random occurrence, or could I do it at will? I resolved to try it again, perhaps on the long flight when I had time to kill. The only thing stopping me was the id
