[h3]Lajila Nox[/h3]

Jila didn't respond to James's attempts as more visions crowded her mind, keeping her frozen in place. Despite how it might look, she had already lost consciousness not seconds before James attempted to get her to move. She wouldn't be able to respond even if she wanted to. By now, first responders had started hosing down the burning train, but the flames had already started to lick the cieling above Jila. Embers fell and died upon contacting her skin, and a few chunks of burning metal started to fall. It was inevitable. Somebody had to get hurt.