<div class="floatleft"> (http://katidamo.wikispaces.com/file/view/MadelynHeadshot.JPG/378449894/MadelynHeadshot.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Madelyn Kovac<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jack's Apartment<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Gray Hoodie, Phantom Tee, Blue jeans, and Gray sneakers.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/>He head was still spinning and someone asked her if she was ill. She murmered that she was fine, even though it wasn't entirely true, and tried to focus through her headache. Madelyn's thoughts and attention felt scattered, but she clearly noticed Michael's shaking hands as he pressed the coffee into hers. She would try to give his hand a reassuring squeeze as if to say 'We can get through it together.'<br/><br/>She knew exactly what he meant about the maze-like qualities of the vision, and nodded that she understood, feeling a little hopeful that sometimes it was as he said easier than this.<br/><br/>People were planning and talking and someone made the suggestion that she stay put while others go to Cabella's. She thought about it, and it was a nice idea - she could certainly use the downtime to recover. Another idea grasped her and she reluctantly voiced it, knowing that she'd feel bad if she didn't at least suggest it. Still she was unsure of herself so she asked it as a question.<br/><strong><br/>"I'm not really sure how this works or if there's a range or what-not, but you guys know now that Michael can show me the visions, right? Maybe I should come along, if for nothing else so you have a warning if something else unexpected comes up? I mean, I doubt phones will be all that reliable for long..."</strong>She peered into the steaming coffee in her hands. She really wanted to stay behind, but if she was needed, there was no fixing it. She shook her head.<strong>"Like I said, I'm not even sure if it works like that... Maybe it's a silly idea."</strong>