When I came to, I let out an agonized moan.
Nudge looked at me and said, "You sounded awful, Emerald."
I nodded and said, "Max, you up?"
She nodded and then said, "Check in, guys. You up for a chase?"
The others nodded and responded with various versions of "Yes, I'm up."
Then she looked at me and asked, "Emerald?"
I locked my jaw and angrily snapped, "I'm in."
Glaring in the direction, I instinctively knew we should go, I yelled, "Let's go save Angel!"
The others nodded and we quickly took off, after Iggy confirmed my feeling about which way we should go.
That's my gift—I can figure out which way to go and how to avoid capture. But I hadn't been able to help Angel. I would make it up to her though. I would save her. We all would—together.
As soon as we reached a cliff, Max and the others backed up, letting me fly first.
Max followed me quickly as did Nudge, Iggy, Gazzy, and Fang.
We chased the Hummer and then attempted to rescue Angel as she was being transferred from the car to the chopper. Fang got hurt and I yelled to Gazzy, "Stay back!"
Nudge and Iggy retreated and Max and I both sprang to free Angel, but neither of us got there in time.
We had to watch helplessly as our little Angel was taken away.
We eventually returned home, but no one cared. How could we care? Angel had just been kidnapped by the hounds of hell and now there was no point in calling our house our home.