Jayee had woken a good five minutes before Paul read the article of him being dead. Not thinking about having no shorts on, she got out of the bed and pushed her bangs away from her face. Yawning a little before she silently walked down the hall. Pausing as she saw the fear on Paul's face, she crept up silently behind him and he was so absorbed in the article that he didnt feel the mattress dip behind him as she came up behind him.<br/><br/>Reading the article from over his shoulder, she felt her stomach drop into her stomach out of fear for her group. Then she noticed the fear and despair on Paul's face, sympathy crossing her features. It was hard for him to be labeled as dead when he had a whole life he couldve gone back to. As she saw him just about to delete all his hardwork, she put her hand over his gently from behind. "Dont. I dont know how but we can fix this..you worked hard on this..save it," she murmured quietly. Not meaning to, she put her chin on his shoulder for a moment before realizing what she was doing. Taking her chin off his shoulder and her hand from his, she cleared her throat softly. "Sorry.." she apologized quietly but stayed where she was to make sure he didnt delete his work.