Joss came pelting out and ran into a stack of boxes of canned peas, his arms grabbing onto it for support while his mind raced and his eyes locked onto Helena. She was brandishing a pole, but somehow he was more surprised by the mere fact that she was alive. Part of him was so, so convinced that he was going to find a dead girl on the other side of the door.
But it was just the bigger storeroom, and Helena with a pole, and he bent over the stack of boxes and tried to breathe, sucking in sharp, shallow breaths of air.