Jesse said confidently. “What if we can’t find her? I mean, it’s going to be hard enough just finding the port hole,” Presley said as she nervously bit her thumb. “We have to find her. I knew coming here was too dangerous. I have to get you home,” Jesse looked down. “I don’t want you to leave, but I know now that you must. It will never be safe here. I wish that there was a way—I would do anything if there was a way,” said Jesse. Presley’s look turned into a hard stare. “You don’t even know me. How is it that your feelings for me are so strong when I have only known you for a few days? I don’t understand,” she said. “You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you,” Jesse looked at her hopelessly. “Try me.” Jesse eyes focused on Manna. “You may not believe me, Presley, but maybe you would believe Manna. Manna, please, help me tell her. Help me make her understand. “I don’t think so,” Manna shook his head. “I’m sorry.
