"Dude, you're missing the point. That's like picking emergency rations over a steak dinner. Sure the rations do the trick, but the steak dinner has the added bonus of tasting good!"
Henry Foss and Will Zimmerman walked along one of many lavish hallways in the Sanctuary in spirited debate. At least, Henry was spirited.
"Whatever, Henry. I just think it would be cool is all. Maybe I don't need to do all that other stuff too," said Will, as they approached their boss's office. They paused outside the door momentarily to finish their conversation.
Henry said, "See, now you're just bowing out, because you know I'm right. Why bother being able to fly if you could just teleport?"
A voice behind them chimed in, causing them to jump. "Maybe he just wants to be able to feel the wind in his hair," Bigfoot added, chuckling. He and Will walked into the office, Henry trailing behind.
"Fine, fine. What do you think doc?" Henry asked toward the back of a plush leather office chair in front of a set of computer screens. He could see the very top of Dr. Helen Magnus's head as she faced her work. "If you could choose between flight or teleportation which would you go for?"
But there was no response from the normally opinionated Helen. In fact, there was no movement at all. The trio looked back and forth at each other, worry washing itself over each of their faces. It was Will who finally approached the still chair. He turned it slightly toward him, and then immediately looked up to the other two.
Helen Magnus was not moving. Her eyes were closed; her jaw was clenched tight. Will reached his hand out to her face, and he touched her cheek.
"She's freezing cold," he said, his hand jumping to her neck, feeling for a pulse. Henry and Bigfoot rushed over to the chair.
"Is she," Henry began to ask.
"She's alive," Will responded. "I'm going to see if I can wake her."
Will's full attention returned to his boss's unconscious form. He raised his hand once more to her face, but this time gently patted her cheek.
"Magnus. Magnus, wake up." He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her slightly.
"Come on, Magnus! Wake up!"
Finally, Helen stirred to life, gasping for air. As soon as her eyes were open her teeth began to chatter. She tried to focus as she looked around the room, and she finally settled on Will.
"Cold," she whispered. Will looked up at his two colleagues, only pausing for a second before pulling Helen into an embrace. He began rubbing her back, trying to produce even more heat. Helen felt as if she had just been in the arctic.
"Henry, we need blankets, lots of them," Will said, jumping into command mode. "Grab all that you can and meet Biggie and me in Magnus's room."
To Henry's credit, he did not question the situation, merely nodded and then exited. Will looked to Biggie.
"We have to get her warm and fast. She feels like she's hypothermic."
"Right," Biggie said. Will stood up, pulling Helen up with him. He didn't want to break contact with her until she was in someone else's arms. He handed her carefully over to Bigfoot, who proceeded to lift her. He seemed shocked for a moment.
"How is she this cold?"
"I don't know," Will responded. "The only time I've ever felt someone that cold was when my best friend fell through some thin ice when we were playing hockey on a lake. How could that happen sitting in her office?"
The two didn't wait for inspiration to strike. They quickly carried Helen out of the office and toward warmth.