The white noise began to fade and the blackish haze began to clear. Lying in the middle of the street, she could see fire and rubble. The place looked like a war zone. Her body felt heavy as she picked herself up. Pain stabbed through her whole body. Red and blue lights danced on the side of the buildings, the police cars were arriving from behind her. There were other cars in the street but they were all charred black and consumed in flame.
Her vision began to blur and began limping forward without realizing it. There were explosions behind her, police men were yelling, and shots rang through the street. Then she saw something from the night sky—a plane—no, a car—fly down and land several feet in front of her. Something else landed in front of the car. The person was completely covered in fire but then the flames vanished.
The person began speaking with the occupants in the flying car and other people exited the vehicle.
She tried to make out what they were saying but their words were all jumbled and muffled together. She continued limping slowly forward.
"Kid, you all right?" The person who was on fire said to her as he approached her.
The people from the car ran past her but her vision was so blurred they looked like smeared paintings.
"Hey! You all right?'" The person who had been on fire said again.
Her legs gave way as the last bit of strength was depleted. The last thing she remembered was falling, someone catching her, and the image of a four in a silver circle.
