Bela came down the stairs not long afterward, just in time to hear that tiny question from the child. She winced, ready to beat a hasty retreat if it started shrieking, but then her eyes lit on one of the few people she genuinely called friend, even more than Che.
"Anne!" Bela waved, face a study in relief and panic at the same time. Thank God. Another person just as confused and scared as she was. Dean was far too calm.