[i][/i][color=8dc73f][h1][i][u]Myrtle Gardner - Wallƒlower[/u][/i][/h1][/color]
Several hours went by without much. The sun came out, the air warmed up, and there was a nice, cool breeze.  Truly a perfect day to stroll through the city.

Other than seeing a couple panhandlers around, the Hanover Street area seemed pretty safe during daylight hours. People peaceably visited the many restaurants, smoke lounges and bars without causing trouble. And if there was any gang activity,  it wasn't in the open yet.

Myrtle leisurely walked home, enjoying the weather but feeling disappointed. She didn't really want to fight anybody, but something was telling her she [i]should[/i]. She felt like she failed to fulfill her purpose, somehow. The more she thought about it, the more her heart ached. 

The sun was setting as she started over the bridge to the West Side.  The temperature had dropped significantly and Myrtle hugged herself in her hoodie to keep warm. Regardless, she stopped on the bridge to watch the sun set over the city and the river, while trying to decide if she should bury her sorrows with a tub of ice cream.

At first she didn't really notice the sounds of sirens over the roaring of water and cars passing by. But then a whole parade of fire and rescue came driving by. Police, ambulance, firetrucks,all heading toward the West Side. 
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Maybe I can help,[/i][/color] Myrtle thought,  clenching her fists in the long sleeves of her hoodie. She ran off, following the sounds of trouble.
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Around ten minutes later Myrtle arrived at the scene. She was breathing hard and her side ached like she had been stabbed. The sirens were deafening. But her heat nearly stopped when she saw what the commotion was about. 

Fire. A massive, burning flame was consuming a single family home. Embers were flying, endangering neighboring homes and foliage. A mother was somewhere between sobbing and coughing. Her clothes were blacked from smoke and soot. A fireman was questioning her.

"My daughter Tammy is sti-still in there! Please, you have to save her, please..." she pleaded, falling to her knees and grasping at the man's pant legs. 
"My best men are in there. We'll find her," he promised. But when he turned to look at the fire, Myrtle could see the worry in his eyes.

[color=8dc73f][i]I have to help them,[/i][/color] Myrtle decided, heart racing. She bolted for a patch of trees and underbrush, set her bag down, and pulled out her costume. A minute later she was Wallflower.
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Wallflower slipped around back under the cover of darkness, with only the light of the blazing fire. An upstairs window was open, smoke whisping out of it, but no sign of flame. She tossed a few seeds, urging them to grow. They were faster, furious even, in how quickly they grew. Wallflower climber into the window seconds after the vines reached it.

[color=8dc73f]"Tammy!"[/color] Wallflower called out, stepping into the room. She checked under the bed and in the closet to no avail. She extended the vines into the room, willing one to touch the knob-- still cool. With a gulp and a twist of her wrist, she opened the door to the next room.