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Abby stands frozen in the hallway, the Hughes family photo in her hand and her silver necklace at her feet. Standing at the doorway, Sam stares at her – half puzzled and half amused – waiting for a response.

Relay stops, looking in disbelief when the blackish tint across Magmamite’s body peals away and rises up. She jerks herself back, as the Possessor reforms himself in front of her.

On top of the bus, clear from the majority of the molten storm, Relay struggles in vain to extract any of Gemini’s thick fingers from her throat, while an unconscious Terrain still dangles below them.

Nearby, Wayfarer decides to stay his ground, in order to maintain his time-bending hold over Night Terror.

To save herself from a barrage of sizzling pellets coming their way, Tranquility pulls back her sharp spike from Nobody’s throat and runs for cover. But not quick enough to avoid a hot ember to her shoulder.

A possessed Magmamite joyfully hollers, while he sprays red-hot molten rocks in every direction.

A woman’s voice comes through his ear-piece.

To any casual Mid-towner glancing upwards, the sun appears to be glistening quite normally on the glass sides of the 41 story tall WarKar building. What their untrained eyes fail to notice is the area – somewhere between the 40th and 41st floors – where the mirrored reflection of the Manhattan skyline is a bit