Shock tightly gripped the wedding broom. Fortunately, part of the handle jutted out from the rafter it was glued to, giving her a convenient hold to grab onto at the last second. Her feet kicked at the air in a pitiful attempt to keep the ladder steady. Shock glared down at Carmilla.

"Oh, you're [i]gonna[/i] be sorry!" she cried.

Shock mentally calculated her height from the ground, and to the nearest shelf. Probably shouldn't risk toppling it over if she jumped to it; that was [i]not[/i] damage she wished to pay for. If anything, she at least had no fear of falling down at an inopportune time thanks to the Godzilla glue.