THIRD PERSON POV...
Hannah stood at the edge of the stream with everyone else. There was Tim from junior year, only a few paces behind, crying for his fallen comrades. She could feel the eyes of Mr. Warren on her back as she knelt down, putting a conjured rose in the small raft where her mother and father lay together. She knew her dad had never been her mother’s first love but for her, they were her entire world. It was fitting that they should be laid next to each other even in death.
Tears fell down her cheeks as Griffin gripped her shoulders. Her eyes trailed to Dylan in the next raft over. They told her he fell when trying to keep a vampire off of her. Countless others lay in the rafts around her which Dr. James had had constructed. She imagined the molecules above them all heating
