Burnscar trudged through the expanding pool of water to enter Palanquin’s front door.  The club was empty, there was no power, no music.  Even the employees were attending to their personal lives.  It was just Elle and Burnscar.

Uh…

Hi.

Sorry about the, uh, bouncers.

It was a minute before the door to her bedroom opened.

“There you are,” Burnscar said.

Elle looked away.

There she is, yes.

Time to find out what Burnscar’s all about, personality-wise.

A horn… some kind of noisemaker.  A bell?  There was a bell in one area of the barren ruins, if she could only find it.

Not a bad idea, pulling an item out from one of the worlds to help her.

Burnscar dropped from the burning wall opposite Palanquin.

Oh hey, welcome back.

Did you leave Shamrock and Spitfire behind down the road? Or maybe Spitfire turned and ran back?

Retracing her steps.  She looked up at the window that Elle stood behind.

Does she really stand “behind” the window when, unless this is a different window than the one we’ve been looking through all this time, it’s shattered?

I guess you could just consider the hole in the wall to be a window, regardless of the state of the glass, but can you stand “behind” a hole like that?

She’s not after Spitfire.  She’s after me, Elle thought, with a moment’s despair.

Oh shit.

Labyrinth is pretty damn powerful on her bad days. I could see why they might want that on their side.

Once, twice.  It was hard to tell if the shots hit home, because Burnscar was already wreathing herself in flame, disappearing to appear from the burning wall nearest Spitfire.

Oh, huh. Well, I suppose falling from the wall is preferable to getting shot.

Spitfire ran, and Burnscar chased her.  Elle could see Shamrock hesitate, then leap through the curtain of water that poured from the urn, giving chase, hoping to help her teammate.

Good luck.

I don’t think you’ll ultimately succeed, though.

“No!” Elle shouted.  But her voice was drowned out by the sound of the water.  Soon the pair were gone.

Hm, looks like we won’t be finding out how that went right now.

Would be a shame if it turned out Shamrock was a charred corpse next time we heard about her.

Her phone.  She needed to phone them, let them know.  Where was it?

Let who know what, exactly?

In the kitchen.  Stupid.  She’d been in one of her momentary fugues when they’d been gathering dinner, she had to have left it there.

Welp. Fetch quest?

And if she ventured any further than the upstairs hallway, maybe the ledge above the dance floor, she would be losing any ground she’d gained with her power here.

Jeez, the limit really is quite small right now, huh.