Blood. Pain. Screams. A clock ticking in the background. Grief. Agony. Despair. Sobs, gut wrenching, heart wrenching sobs. Everything struck Emma all at once in her room in Building D, the images swimming around in the back of her mind until she was able to find their source. It hadn't been an easy time for her the last few days, all of the fear circulating through the city being generated by a force outside of them all. She could feel it, influencing everyone, playing on their weaknesses, and somehow, that had made all of the things that people were feeling easier to bear. Except this. Because this was far too much, far greater and more influential to her mind because this was rolling off of someone that she had come to know very well.
Whatever the spirit that was influencing them all had done, Noah was in trouble, and she could hardly just lay here and ignore that cry for help.
Pushing herself up out of the bed, Emma dressed, slipping down out of her apartment and following the agony until she reached the scene, frowning as she stood just away from Noah and his mother, quietly observing the picture. Something was wrong. Something was clearly off. Because what Noah was feeling... Grief. Agony. Pain over a loss. And he was clutching...something. Or at least, he thought that he was. He was lost, mired in a sea of confusion.
Approaching slowly, Emma frowned down at Elle before saying softly, "I don't think he can hear you," She said before kneeling next to the other woman. "Or if he can, he won't believe that it's real."