[color=LightSeaGreen][CENTER][h1][b] Elle Miller [/b][/h1][/CENTER][/color]
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[indent] Another loud collision on the street broke the silence in the cafe. The thought of another destroyed building caused Elle to flinch where she stood before a counter that was now covered in a crusty layer of ceiling tile and coffee. She had to take a deep breath to calm her racing heart, and soon clenched her fists as she gathered the gusto to take action again. Then she heard Helen’s voice, and soon after she heard Willow’s.

Elle sighed in relief. With her friends’ safety confirmed, Elle felt most of her worries vanish. Willow emerged from behind the counter without a scratch on her, as Elle would suspect, but she pressed her lips together as she noticed Helen wasn’t right after her. She watched Willow immediately tend to a man that remained in the shop. It was noble of her to directly help any injured, and it must have meant that Helen was okay, but Elle couldn’t just help strangers until she knew her friend was good to go. Plus… the way Helen’s voice sounded… it didn’t seem that she was 100%.  

Elle set her board down on the counter before her, placed both palms onto its surface, and hoisted herself up and over with all of her might. The damn counter came up to her chest, but she had plenty of practice climbing onto counters to reach high shelves. Willow had made this look easy. Thankfully Elle was stronger than her ghostly friend. Her feet thumped onto the other side of the counter a second later. Helen was visibly unharmed, but it looked like she was still in shock. Elle didn’t blame her for feeling this way. She couldn’t imagine what it looked like to see a light pole flying directly towards her, and that is exactly what Helen just experienced.

[color=LightSeaGreen] “I’ll tell you what you gotta do next guys, and that’s to get the hell out of here.”[/color] Elle said unceremoniously, but it was easy to see her relief by the way she pushed the hair out of her face and smiled down at her friend. Then another cacophony of noise that sounded like a boom box and a rock concerto coming from the street reminded her of the situation outside. [color=LightSeaGreen] “Henry’s fighting the rock monster that did this. I… I think he needs help, but I’m not sure what we can do.”[/color] She then grabbed her board and held it to her side, and reached out a hand towards Helen. [color=LightSeaGreen] “Do you think there's anything we can do to help Henry? I don't want to leave your favorite cousin hanging.”[/color] 
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