Everything was starting to feel foggy. Distant. Lights blurred into one another, colors fading and becoming polka-dotted with white. Sounds were muted, indistinct; the only notes with any sharpness were a keening in her ears and a dull thudding in her head. Rabbit’s throat felt agonizingly dry, and she tasted iron in her mouth. She tried to get to her feet again and fell, all sense of strength seeming to have abandoned her the moment she turned her back. 

They were still in there. She couldn’t see them through the smoke, had to shut her eyes against the heat if she tried to get closer, but she knew they were still in the building, and she couldn’t get them out. Rabbit squeezed her eyes shut, blocking out the look on that woman’s face if she went back without them. She pulled one leg back underneath her, trying to stand again. It was a small office, they were [i]ten feet[/i] from the door, they had to be. It didn’t matter if she could barely stand, she would drag them out if she had to.

Was someone talking to her? Rabbit’s eyes blinked open, casting around through blurred vision for the source of the voice. Was it the old woman again? Did she get taller, and buffer? Bouncer’s vision cleared, barely, but just enough to recognize a white fox mask covering the person’s face. She almost laughed.

Of course. A hero. Why wouldn’t one show up? Her own face suddenly felt naked somehow, as she vaguely recalled dropping her own mask inside. “There’s-” Rabbit started, looking back toward the building. She reconsidered. 

“A guy came in with a gun, started shooting,” she lied, placing one hand against the hole in her side as if for emphasis. “He set the place on fire. There’s still- a couple of my coworkers are still in there.”