“An [i]injustice?[/i]” Anora interrupted heatedly, taken aback. She eyed him, a mixture of strength and frailness warring in him as he spoke. She was not sure if she felt like she should be more angry or concerned. He looked weaker than he had been even just moments before. If her own powers could drain her, she wondered, did his drain him, too?
	She opened her mouth to respond with a firm, “Yeah, because they don’t!” to his question, but the words died on her lips at the emotion emitting from him, forming into a palpable sensation swirling in the air between them.
	At his final words, Anora glanced back to the hospital, then to the road. Rather, to the direction of the approaching police. 
	She doubted “Blouth Slaying 101” was a class offered in police academy.
	[i]But what if it is?[/i] She looked to Darsby as he neared a black van. She stepped a bit closer to him and the vehicle, curious as he raised a hand and snapped his fingers.
	She stumbled back with a surprised shout when lightning hit the car, bringing the inanimate thing to life. So to speak.
	Catching Darsby’s half-turn toward her, she shifted her gawking gaze to him. She quickly tried to wipe the look away, replacing it with as good of a, ‘Yep, just another Monday,’ expression as she could. She succeeded only in looking like a child trying to not show enjoyment to a parent they were mad at.
	She eyed him, her head tilting slightly as Darsby continued speaking.
	“We talking like [i]Men in Black[/i] or the Ministry of Magic's clean-up crew?” A hint of excitement tinged her words despite her attempts to keep it filled with a façade of healthy disbelief. No matter how hard she tried, it was impossible for her to doubt him. She did not [i]want[/i] to doubt him. If there really [i]were[/i] people trained for this off the books, it meant there were more out there like her and Darsby. More monsters—for better or worse—like the Blouth.
	It meant she was not alone.
	She blinked and inhaled when he continued despite yet another interruption. [i]Somewhere… I need to go?[/i] Her heart pounded a little faster, questions swirling around in her mind in a noisy, infuriating jumblement, each one demanding to get an answer. Whoever this man was, whatever he wanted with her, he had the answers. And clearly no intention of staying to help those stuck in the hospital. Her staying to help meant losing the only person she knew who could satisfy her need to know more.
	Her attention shot toward one of the parking lot entrances as the first flashes of red and blue from police cars dusted the buildings. The lights spurred her into action.
	“Then get in already, Agent K!” She practically ran the last couple steps toward the open driver’s side of the van.
	She hastily tossed her backpack between the open middle of the seats. “Places to go, things to see!” She hopped inside as the first of the police cars sped into view, slowing only to turn safely into the parking lot.
	Anora frowned, panic at being trapped just outside the hospital, of being stuck without getting the answers she craved, tightening her chest. “Don’t suppose you have an invisibility spell handy, do you?” she asked, her voice rushed as she reached to close the door.