Elena groans, still wet. She sits up, and wrings out her hair. [b]‘Did we just take a hurricane to the head?’[/b] ‘Not quite. Although we’re definitely not in Brooklyn.’ She looks around and groans when she sees Quentin. ‘They couldn’t have taken me at least away from [i]him[/i]?’

Ren coughs a little. “How the hell did I get on the ground?” she mutters.

Angelica’s eyes are closed. “Did we win?”