"Andre! Tinker!" Axel hollers.
"Stay here. There could be another one," Andre tells me, and they bolt out of the room.
I stay under the table. A long time passes before Andre finally comes back.
"What happened?"
"The bedroom wall crashed in. Penelope was under it. Zoe was trying to help get her out."
"Is she okay?"
"Yeah. Thankfully, she's just shaken up but not injured." He takes my hand and slides me out, pulling me up into his arms, embracing me tightly.
"I'm okay," I assure him.
He kisses the top of my head.
"Hey, where's your adrenaline rush?" I tease.
"That could have been you upstairs and under all the drywall."
I stroke his cheek. "But it wasn't. I'm safe."
He briefly closes his eyes then kisses me. "I need to get you out of this country."
"You're really not a fan of Honduras, huh?" I tease.
"I'll feel better once you're safe."
"What do you think the magnitude of that earthquake was?"
"Felt big, but I'm not sure."
Tinker comes in and looks around. "What a mess."
"I need to get Naomi out of here." Andre claims.
Tinker nods. "Agreed."
"How do we find out if the airport got hit by this earthquake?"
"Don't know. The electricity and internet are out. But you need to try to go if you have any chance of getting on your flight."
"But your house is destroyed. We should stay and help you clean up," I say, looking around the kitchen. It doesn't look anything like it did a few moments ago.
"No. You go. Get to Bermuda." Tinker insists.
"He's right. We need to go, Naomi."
Tinker hugs me and kisses my cheek. "Maybe I'll see you in Bermuda."
"I hope so."
Andre finds his backpack under a pile of rubble and slings it over his shoulder. Tinker and he slap hands and pat each other's backs.
"Stay safe," Tinker says.
"Will do. Tell the others we'll see them in Bermuda."