Kay stood there, staring at where the angel had just been a few seconds ago. He felt confused, concerned, guilty—he had never seen Michael’s face make that expression before. Gina, who had noticed that he was behind the group, walked back to him and curiously looked at what he was so intently staring at.
“Hey. You stopped. You okay? Are you tired or something?” she asked, even though she was pretty sure that wasn’t the case. The transparent look on Kay's face didn’t scream tired.
“N-no, uh, I think—” Kay stammered as he was pulled out of his thoughts. He looked at the group—which was just a few steps ahead of them—then turned to his friend as an idea popped into his head. “Hey, Gina can you cover for me? I need to find Michael. I think he’s probably… I don’t know, maybe back by the tent,
