Jeff

Jeff nods at Tom's disbelief. This was more along the lines of what he had expected from Jane. "Yeah, dude, magic. You've been fighting demons all night, why is magic such a hard sell?"

Jeff winces as their feet make squeaky sounds on the wet floor. He stops in one place, crouching down near Jack, trying to watch the store while paying attention to his friends. He looks at Jane, desperately hoping she finds a key. The spell shouldn't take long to cast, but he'd be more comfortable with it over and done with.

He had never tried this spell before. It might be too much for him. Jeff bats at the butterflies in his stomach, and tries to ignore the bile in the back of his throat. There would be time to throw up after he saved the soldier.