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Wolfe immediately took after the Juttle.

After about four hours, a Juttle was seen overhead Naven's position. Wolfe flew down in a small hoover craft.

Nic had landed them in the middle of no where. Raven seemed overjoyed to leave, while Nic was waking up from a nap. Well, at least they hadn't killed each other. But it looked like Nic had somehow procured Raven's shirt.

Wolfe patted Raven's arm before loading them all into the hovercraft and taking them back to the Juttle.

Laurel was sitting on the couch, still tense and curled into a ball. Wolfe sighed as they entered, "She hasn't moved."

Raven didn't seem to mind being topless. He was just happy that they were leaving, and that he hadn't lost his shoes. But Nic seemed really tired. Neither of them said a word to each other.

When they got back to the Juttle and saw Laurel, Raven and Nic had a bit of a staring contest for a few moments. Then Nic went and sat down on the couch next to Laurel quietly.

Laurel didn't notice him. As Nic got closer, he could hear that Laurel was faintly humming to herself.

Nic got comfortable on the couch, intending to wait out Laurel's illusion.

Raven scratched his head a little as it started to get awkward to watch Nic and stand next to Wolfe topless.

Wolfe reached over and grabbed Raven's arm, leading him towards the back. "You're not hurt anywhere, right?" he asked, looking him over.

Finally Laurel turned her head a little, looking blankly at Nic. She seemed to be living a nightmare but she recognized him. "... Nic?" she asked quietly, voice shaking a little.

Raven shook his head. He had a few scratches and dirt smudges, but he probably got them during the landing. Nothing a shower wouldn't fix.

Nic nodded a little to Laurel.

Wolfe checked him over anyway. "... Sorry for dropping you," he murmured after a pause.

Laurel continued to stare at him for a long moment before she slowly tried to uncurl herself. She found she couldn't, her muscles had cramped from the tension. "... N-Nic..." she whispered.

Raven was quiet for a moment. "... It's alright," he replied quietly.

Nic sighed a little before pulling Laurel closer and slowly massaging her muscles a little to help her straighten out.

"It's not," Wolfe argued, "I did it without thinking, I'd just said I wouldn't and then-" he cut himself off and cussed a little.

"Nic..." Laurel whispered, eyes still filled with darkness, "hold me."

"You did what seemed best in the moment," Raven replied, reaching out and rubbing Wolfe's arm a little. "So don't beat yourself up... but you do probably owe me." The last bit was in a half teasing, half joking tone.

Nic paused, something odd lingering in his eyes for a few moments before he dismissed it. Then he laid down on the couch and put his arms around Laurel.

Wolfe paused before suddenly reaching out and hugging Raven tightly.

Laurel slowly started to relax and managed to reached out, wrapping her arms around Nic and clinging to him.

Raven hugged Wolfe back tightly, but not as tight as when they had been free falling.

"Well isn't this just special," Rosen drawled loudly from the front of the Juttle, "Glad things are all hunky-dory again but we've still got to get somewhere." Laurel ignored him but Wolfe pulled away from Raven with a sigh.

Raven glared at Rosen a little. Really? They were already late, did another minute really matter?

Nic looked like he was tuning everyone out.