Helen was the second to appear in the basement, her feet trampling and tripping as she almost fell out of the stairs. The scream made her ears ring and her chest ache. The brunette's foot twisted on the fourth to last step and she fell, tumbling down, down, down. Her forehead bounced off the concrete basement and she looked up just in time to see light tugging Clary away. Her hand darted out and grasped the edge of her shirt, pulling with all her might to stop the light. Helen struggled to her feet and wrapped her arms under Clary's armpits, pulling and slipping as the dancing sliver squeezed and constricted.

"Someone [i]help[/i] me." Helen grunted.