None of the others seemed too concerned about Joe, but her vision weighed heavily on Pandora's mind for the entire walk back to the vehicles. It was easy enough for them to ignore, to choose to focus on the phenomena they had actually seen, but the young psychic had gotten a better look at Joe than even Denise. She could still hear the wet sound of freshly-peeled skin hitting the floor, hear his strained breathing, his screams...

the sight of the vehicles finally pulled her from her dark thoughts with a shot of adrenaline. This was no time to be freaking out - like TJ said, this was life or death. Her powers weren't some party trick anymore, now they could potentially be the thing to save her life or the lives of her friends. Memories of the car accident all those years ago sprang into her head, but she pushed them down again. She could not, would not, dare fail again.

"Denise will be my partner," She told their self-elected leader in a voice that wasn't taking any arguments. "She's the most vulnerable to psychic attack, and I'd rather pee in front of another girl, thanks." Trying to look braver than she felt, the blonde stepped over to the other woman, giving her a reassuring smile. Pandora couldn't imagine how she was feeling right now, but surely having another woman with her after such a traumatic event would be a little easier, not to mention having a psychic around in case it came back.

Another vision came to her abruptly, disorienting her entirely with the smell of smoke & burning flesh and the sensation of heat against her face. When she finally managed to make out a clear image it was Maxwell's face, staring at her from one of the second story windows. The building was dark, illuminated only by Maxwell's burning body. In a matter of seconds hair and skin were reduced to ash, their body blackening and crumbling leaving only their eyes, which glowed a demonic red and hung in midair for a few moments even after their body was gone.

Coughing and gasping for fresh air, Pandora came back to reality to find herself on her knees, trying to breathe through the thick clouds of smoke that were never physically there. "Maxwell," She sputtered. "Where's Max?!" She needed to warn them, to tell everyone what she saw so they could stop it from coming true.