When the girl hit the ground, the shoppers had two reactions: some of them rushed away, and some of them rushed two her. They were crowding around her, and the fact that a gentleman (who they were all just assuming was a doctor) was checking for a pulse, well that just made things more interesting. A few people had their camera phones out. "She was fine just a second ago!" a woman shouted to the crowd, trying to play up her role in all of it. Disgusting, really, these Gothamites. But was that really all that surprising?
There was no indication on Pamela Isley's pale, limp frame as to why the girl had fallen unconscious. There was no indication, because what had caused it had entered her body gradually over the past year. Injected, of course, but the last of the injections had been over a week ago, and the tiny pin-prick had healed in less than a few days. She had, or so all of the tests would show, no reason for passing out in the grocery store. But she had passed out, and she was lying unconscious on the tile floor.