People bumped and jostled into them, pressing forward to claim the patrons that were one by one, dragged out. She waited, raptured. She use to secretly hate his receding hair line but now she’d give anything, well… almost anything, for it to be on the next person they dragged out of the wreckage. Acid bubbled in her stomach as the frequency of retrieved patrons was slowing, and those that did come out now did not manage to do so unassisted. Her vision progressively blurred as Adeline cradled her head, the tears over coming her vision.<br/>Oh god, -oh god-. The thought circled her head. Vincent had been on the stage, -on the stage- when the curtain had caught. She could still hear his voice echo over the speakers, into her changing room; thinking back she could pin point the last thing she had unconsciously heard him say, before the screams of fire had taken over. ~”Bravissimo.”~ Her thoughts spun, half coherent and wild.<br/><br/>Her mind was open and vulnerable to the strange power Vincent held. He slipped into her thoughts, and she remained unaware of his influences as he molded her mind, just a little. Her shoulders slumped. Shock made it impossible to think. What he said made perfect sense, and it struck a strange cord in her. She did -not- want a sad and hopeless future, in fact, she often fought tooth and nail for the exact opposite.<br/><br/>Adeline nodded numbly at Stravros, her face slack and tear stained. “I-…”  A fierce looking fireman stumbled out of the wreckage, earning the relieved hollers of his peers. Help rushed forward to peel his weak body out. Gripped across his chest was a limp form, it’s bare head, covered in blood and ash. Adeline gasped, ugly snot stretching across the corner of her lips.<br/><br/>“Vincent!”<br/><br/>She scrambled up, tripping over her heels. “Oh my god, oh my god, is he okay? Vincent? Vincent!” Firemen held her back, out of the way of a spare EMTs that darted to the unconscious man’s aid. Rawr burns ate up his body, leaving his suit melted to him and hanging in shreds. His fingers were melted into a puddle of flesh, clutching something cylinder<br/>and metal between them. A microphone. He hadn’t let go if it.<br/><br/>Everything passed in a blur for her then. If someone talked to her, Adeline didn’t seem to notice. Vincent was rushed off to the hospital, still unconscious but… alive. Adeline was shooed off to the side, refusing to leave, after receiving her own check up. The same would have been offered to Stravros, but she wouldn’t have noticed. Her friends and colleges one by one were shipped off to a hospital, home, or a morgue. There weren’t any other options. Dawn was just beginning to hit the horizon when the crowd and the chaos began to disperse. She sniffled, the change in atmosphere drawing her from her reserve.<br/><br/>She stood stiffly, her joints aching. “Vincent didn’t send you, did he."