“Mm-hm.” Anthony’s gaze had gone back to the bubble again. It was so out of place—not that there was a place for such a thing, but if there was, it wouldn’t have been here. It reminded him vaguely of something he’d seen in one of the more recent superhero movies. Some kind of last-second save by the hero. Was it the Avengers? There had been a falling bus or car, and just when before it hit, the—