"WHERE IS SHE?" Candela screamed. "WHERE'S OPHELIA? WHERE'S MOLTRES?"
Spark's classic smirk was stone. He watched his ally flail about, but his gaze met the awkward region just behind her, as if he was looking through her.
"SPEAK TO ME, SPARK!"
He shook his head dazedly.
The two huddled as far away from the woman as possible.
"What do we do?" Viola whispered.
Caelus shrugged. "I'm no good with plans. That's your thing."
The red-clothed woman turned toward the two. "You…" Her eyes narrowed at the sight of Viola.
"Ma'am?"
"Why didn't she take you?"
"I don't know," Viola pleaded. She needed to think this through. Calm the woman down.
The woman lay her face in her palm. "Blanche… oh, dear Blanche. What are you doing?"
The softer yellow-clad man by Red's side turned toward the two. "Sorry about this. We didn't expect…" He trailed off.
"Name's Spark. She's Candela. Don't worry about this, she's - your friend's - going to be okay. I… Promise."
Candela suddenly stormed out. "Deal with the kids. I'll find Ophelia," she called behind her.
Spark tried to smile, but his eyes didn't meet theirs. He seemed to be looking beyond the two.
"Who's hungry?"