[center] [h2][color=ec008c] Erin Dawson - AKA "Pixie" [/color] [/h2] [/center]

Hours after starting the rescue attempt, the authorities finally declared the building empty of survivors. Guiding one last man through the mountain of debris, Erin slid her small body through the opening to the surface, a fireman pulling her up to the ground. She staggered away from the fallen building and sat on the ground, her face red and her breathing labored. She was beyond exhausted. 

Sure, she had super-powers, but she still had a limit to her stamina. After hours of climbing through the mountain of rubble, she was positive that all of her stamina had been drained to its fullest extent. As she stood to go to her motorcycle, a line of policemen and firemen stopped her. About two-dozen of them gave her a silent salute. She nodded, and they understood. She climbed on her bike and began riding back towards the HQ. She'd heard about the damage at HQ, but the real thing that plagued her mind was the one-hundred-and-fifty confirmed deaths from this accident. 

When she arrived back at HQ, she parked her bike, and made her way back towards her Suite. When she got there, she went into the bathroom and stripped to her undergarments. She was covered in dirt, but she was otherwise unscathed. Impenetrable skin meant no cuts or bruises. Instead of showering and dressing in cleans clothes, she just walked in her undressed state, to the couch. Without any clever quips, her usual jokes, or her sarcastic remarks to herself, she nearly collapsed against the sofa and fell asleep the moment her head hit the cushions.