Between the predictions that had been made, the sudden alert to what his daughter had written, and past experience, it didn't take any time for Charles to surmise what was happening outside the town hall where he had been discussing business with a fellow councilman. Potentially, what was happening to the entire island. After the blackout of powers, he'd desired for a swift and ultimately peaceful restoration of normality - or what passed as such around there - but he hadn't counted on it, being far too much off a pragmatist to idly hope.
That, however, didn't make him less inclined to immediately excuse himself and make his way outside. A quick call to Bethany back at the house advised him of which direction to head in. The rain barely lasted barely another half-minute before it eased, leaving barely a spot on his suit untouched by water, but not drenched. Uncomfortable, yet not the worst of his concerns at that juncture.
Finding Emily collapsed onto her side, his throat tightening in a way he would never admit, he crouched down and wrapped his hands around her shoulders, carefully turning her over onto her back to assess the severity of her state.