She was breathing heavily when sight finally returned to her, blinking away dark blotches on her vision as she struggled to see again. She was amazed her face wasn't burnt, not so much as singed. She wasted no time. As soon as so much as one eye was good at seeing half-decently, she launched to the air and flew the entire underside of the high road, from low road to low road. She couldn't find him. Handy was gone, the blue light gone with him, and all she had left to show for it was the story he had given her.