The door slapped shut behind Anthony as he ran into the kitchen.
"Andie!" Hope cried.
"Someone get Jean to go to the roof," Anthony said. "Ryan's in trouble."
A kitchen chair clanked to the floor and Max disappeared down the hallway. He turned the corner and halted right before plowing into Jean. "Jean!" Max said.
"I know, Ryan needs help," Jean said. "Let's go, I'll need you there to, I think we have more problems than just Storm."
Together they headed to the elevator. "We need to wire this thing so it'll go faster," Max said. He put his hand on the wall and with more speed than ever before, the circuits jolted and the room shot to the top of the mansion.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Beast, Hope and Anthony carried Andie to the fire. "We need to get her some dry clothes," Beast said.
Hope jumped up and ran up the stairs.
"Will she be okay?" Anthony asked looking slightly up from Andie's face.
Beast sighed. "She's still breathing, but…I can't be sure. After we get her warm we need to get her down to the Medical Ward quickly. Not only could she have hypothermia but also frost bite. Rub her hands."
Anthony did as he was told and looked over her small face. The skin appeared blue and especially dark around the eyes. Her hands felt so cold. He then did something he'd never done before. God, please help her…please.