With the attacker dead, Willa and the wraith were alone in the stormy night. She slumped down to the ground and lay against the concrete. He walked over her unconscious form and picked her up into his strong arms. Step by step he made his way through the dark streets, along the path Willa always took to her apartment. The late hour and the fierce storm left none to accost them in the flooding streets. He felt nothing of the cold, the wind, or the water, but he could feel her. The warmth of her body in his arms that was slowly weakening in the frigid conditions. He moved faster.<br/><br/>He felt nervous as he entered her building. Paranoid they would be stopped and questioned. Worse, as soon as he crossed the threshold out of the storm, he felt a great amount of strength leave him. He gasped and almost fell to a knee, Willa suddenly feeling very heavy in his arms. He stood like that for a moment, trying to focus and regain strength as his form flickered and the currents of circulating air seemed to tug at the colors making up his form. Finally, he steeled his resolve and began to carry her further into the building.<br/><br/>None stopped the pair as they crossed the lobby to the elevators. He debated entering one of the cramped metal boxes, but he felt claustrophobic enough in the pale hallways. He walked past them to a steel door. Struggling, he managed to clench the handle and pull it open without Willa stirring, and revealed a set of concrete stairs. Step by step, he ascended, looking more and more tired as he rose through the building. Finally, he arrived at Willa’s floor.<br/><br/>He made his way down the hall, now clearly struggling, until he came across an unremarkable door. He gently set Willa down and searched her. Finding a small key, he slipped it into the lock and pulled the door open. He lifted Willa once more and carried her into her apartment, depositing her on her couch. Raising a hand in the direction of the entrance, he vanished. A burst of air slammed the door shut, and his form reappeared before it, quickly turning the lock. He vanished once more, and wind rushed through Willa’s hair before he reappeared in a chair and fell limp, eyes struggling to stay open. His form flickered and grew more transparent, but he took several deep breaths and solidified once more. He remained in this exhausted state as he saw the color return to Willa’s cheeks as the warm apartment rejuvenated her.