Agent York
"Well, it was a very traumatizing experience for you, buddy." I gently pat at his arm, looping an arm around his shoulder and neck. "I know... I know. It's hard to forget, Georgie. But ya just have to bear through it and grit your teeth through the hard times." I look over towards him and pull him closer. "You can do this. And Donut and C.T. are not mad at you. What makes you think that? They're the chillest people in the world!"
Donut
"Eta?" I mumble up to her. "Can you check on him from here? Is that possible?" Then, out in the distance, I see the outlines of people. Grey. Wash. And...C.T.! Yes! "WASH!" I scream. "C.T.! IT'S GEORGIA!" I skid to a stop in front of C.T., panting. I look to my left to see Wash staring at me. "It's Georgia. He's having a panic attack...come on, we've got to hurry! We need you!" I grab at both their hands and begin jogging over to the base.







