The girl was young. Even with the dull light of his phone, Noah could see her hair was fair. She was familiar. They probably had gone to school together. The girl seemed ...scared. She was pulsing electricity, but stranger things happened on Frye Island. Exhaling forcefully through his nose, Noah moved forward to pull the girl off the sofa. He didn't want the kids, no matter how dumb they were, to be electrocuted. Especially not when he was in the room.
Then the girl's face went white, screamed, and began to throw her arms around. Noah frowned, ducked, and pulled the kids off the couch by their t-shirts. They recoiled from him, but they were light enough that he was able to more or less move them behind him. "Jesus Christ," Noah moaned, running a hand over his face. He glared at the girl. His phone screen went dark, but the girl was lighting things up pretty nicely. "Why are you screaming? You are not helping."