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Hannie will remember the next events in flashes, flickers, like a dark and terrible stormy night.

[i]Qingshe, that awful(?) smooth shadowy snake-woman, gave out some kind of warning...
It's in her hand again.
That buzzing senseless textureless sensation of touching the shadow, being covered in it...
Running. Running again and looking back. Fire. The hills are burning. A partial vision of a huge monster, poking out over and between the buildings.
Everything is numb. It isn't scary. She can't be scared. Her heart isn't beating.
There are soldiers around. Most are running, to or fro. Some are staying in place and staring. Some are shouting - at her? She doesn't check. She weaves. She jumps. Farther. Farther. No more soldiers. The buildings get taller. Can she run all the way home?
She will remember realizing, for exactly an instant, that she is tired now.
[color=6ecff6]Not yet, child-[/color][/i]

It certainly isn't normal to see a 14-year-old girl in a dark, shimmering-green volcanologist's outfit lying motionless on the empty streets of downtown Lingayen, but there are more important anomalies to attend to today.