Her Walther had exploded on a container full of cheap toys that burned like rocket fuel; within minutes, flames ten feet high forced them to move. Alice had dragged Xavi a hundred feet away then collapsed, unable to do anything but hold him as he slipped into unconsciousness. The Brigade arrived first, their big red Hoppers combating the conflagration with purple and green foam. Police and ambulances were next, full of people with questions she couldn’t answer. The triage team whisked Xavi away as soon as they saw his injuries. She updated Toko by phone, then followed, alone, in an old automated ambulance. Her feelings of isolation and vulnerability had only grown in the hours since.