Chad followed Angela, he really wanted to get some snacks, but he felt like he shouldn't leave her side. He could see she was upset, he wish he knew what to do but he didn't. He just walked up to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to be comforting.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>James had a huge grin on his face once seeing the variety of things, especially the dehydrated soups. He started putting a lot more into his cart, he started to have to look at the map of his room on the PLT, he was working it out in his head of what would go where. Organisation was his specialty, and he soon knew where everything would be in his room. He went to Eira, and signed. Only James could get this excited about canned soup.<span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Oh my gosh! Isn't this great! I think I died and went to heaven. I-.</span></span></span>He stopped, and his smile faded. He had realized that he might have actually died and gone to heaven. He had a good friend, he was learning something new and exciting, and there were magic powers. If Tiffany and his family were here, it would have been perfect. He felt like crying again, and that's how he knew this wasn't heaven, a coma induced nightmare maybe, but heaven was supposed to be without pain and sorrow, he had plenty of both. But he didn't even think it was a nightmare, some of it was okay, even good, just overshadowed by the horror before. No this was real, he thought, I kind of wish it wasn't, I wish I could just wake up to my family and friends. But this was just too real, too solid, despite all the fantastical, he knew it was real. He looked at Eira and tried to focus on her and the other good things that had happened. He smiled weakly and signed to her again.<span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Sorry, I just mean that it's nice to have more control over my life, just being able to choose what I have and where it will be in my room is nice. I've had too little control lately.</span></span></span>James looked down, trying to hide the sad expression on his face.