Lacey sat, finishing up one of her plates of food, mulling over what Jack had just told her. "Have you been able to talk with your Nana?" she inquired, her voice tinged with concern.
Swallowing his mouthful of food, Jack took a moment to compose his response. "I did, but she kept getting pulled away," he explained between bites, his words punctuated by the clinking of cutlery. "She did mention something interesting, though. When you collapsed, she sensed a sudden surge of energy, and Noland's vital signs dropped."
The weight of Jack's words settled heavily on Lacey, her brow furrowing with worry as she contemplated their implications. "Perhaps being here isn't helpful to Noland... maybe I should go back to work," she mused earnestly, her gaze drifting to the unfinished second plate befor
