Kristina had been walking down the hall in search of Mitchell. After him saving her she figured it would be nice of her to stop by. Then she heard it the loud noice that made her ears ring as dust flew into the hallway. Pausing she ducked until everything seemed to settle a bit. Smiling she heard a ranting british voice that must be addressing whatever made the noise. Knocking on wall next to where the door would be she waited to look into the room afraid of what she would see.
Finally she peered in as the air around her seemed to be getting hotter, and thick. She bit her lip and stood frozen in spot. There was something different about him, almost a darkness. With a slow deliberate breath she spoke "Um.. What's going on here?" The words were barely audible but she was sure they were heard. The fire that seemed to be coming from his chest made her stomache churn and she almost ran the other direction. She had no flight response however and stood there frozen. "Mitchell..." The name was mouthed but she knew that it wasn't him.