Marie was frustrated to see everyone gone when she returned. As she looked, though, she saw Julian turn the corner. Sighing, she followed. She took a moment to see the situation and tried to reach out to stop Julian when she saw how wide Christine’s eyes were.<br/><br/>Christine couldn’t really understand what was happening. Her chest was heavy, and she was sure that her heart was going to jump out or body as it slammed itself around in her chest. Her throat felt as though it was closing, as it often did when Christine cried as a child, and breathing was suddenly difficult. She was intimately aware of her blood pumping through her veins. Too fast. All she knew was that she needed to leave. She needed to escape but she wasn’t really sure what she was escaping from. All she knew as that she was trapped and needed to get out. It was a panic attack, before Christine or anyone she could have asked would understand what a panic attack was. Her mind could only form one word and it screamed it over and over in her head. On the tenth repetition, it slipped from between her lips. “No!”<br/><br/><br/>She wasn’t conscious of what she was doing. She needed to move, she had to get out. What she didn’t realize was that she was standing completely still. What was moving were her secret powers. Carefully she pulled the iron pieces from Argent, solidifying them into one and sharpening them. The piece, an iron stake, pointed at Julian, specifically at his throat. And although it didn’t touch him, the threat was there. At the same time, around the corner in the distance, the metal found in the pile began to move, sharpen and shape, and call to Christine’s panicked command.