Cal picked me up bridal style and carried me outside and sat me down on a rock.

"What are you guys doing out here?" I asked.

"Pinfinger."

"You guys are that drunk?" I asked.

"Sure, let's go with that." York said.

"Imma play." Cal said.

I followed Cal over and he started. He went on for a few minutes until he stabbed his index finger and dropped the knife.

"Six minutes!" Wash announced.

Cal took a beer and downed it. I looked around and then took my own knife and sharpened it. I stood and took a deep breath and exhaled. I was about to start until I ripped a piece from my shirt and blindfolded myself and the started at an intense pase. I kept going for about an hour then I threw the knife and it hit an empty beer bottle in the center pinning it to a rock. I lifted up my blindfold watching Wash trying to pull it out.

"It's fucking stuck." he said.

I walked over and quickly pulled it out, handing it to Wash.

"Damn Allora. Who even are you?"

I laughed and sat down taking off my blindfold. Cal sat next to me his hand almost completely covered in blood. I wet the ripped piece of my shirt and went over to Cal and started to wrap it around.

"Allora, I'm fine---"

I cut him off kissing him, then tying the cloth. I smiled and walked away to get a drink. I looked back at Cal who was blushing a deep red. I laughed to myself and I opened the cooler and got out two beers. I walked back over to Cal and I popped them open my my thumbs and handed one to him.

"Thanks." he said.

I nodded and downed the beer. Cal just held the beer between his hands just staring at it.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He jumped when I spoke.

"Uh... yeah, I'm okay."

I looked at him then I set down my bottle.

"Do you need anything?" I asked. "Anything you want me to tell you?"

He breathed in and then looked at me.

"Why were you not able to heal Jackson?"

Oh mother of Jesus...

"Okay... could we... not here okay?"

He nodded and we went into the building. I lead him into an empty room and I stared up at him.

"Cal, there's only certain was to heal a person depending on their state. It easier to heal them with my blood if they have minor or serious injuries. I would have to use the healing touch if needed when they're on the brink of death or if they were injured by magic."

"What about Jackson's state?" Cal asked.

"He was already dead so depending on the state of his soul whether it's shattered or not, I would have to use my own soul to save his."

Cal nodded with each thing I said as if he understood. I could see in his eyes that he didn't.

"It would have been a dangerous and difficult process, I regret not taking the risk. I'm sorry, truly I am."

Cal looked at me then at the ground pondering. He thought for at least an hour or so until he then looked at me.

"I know you tried Allora. I just wish I could have talked to him..."

I immediately backed away and chanted a few words in an ancient language, my language that I haven't spoken for years. I was able to summon a soul and it was Jackson. I floated in the air my eyes glowing trying to keep Jackson's presence here. All I remember seeing before was the tears of happiness from Michael to see his brother again.