There were no slow movements this time - Gina ran across the balcony to the precariously dangling girl, sliding an empty and an occupied hand under her arms to pull her back from the edge and lay her on the balcony. Her skin was burning hot, and her hair white as the snow that gathered in the corners of the balcony.<br/><br/>The socialite was taller than Gina, and it took a little bit of struggle to lift her so that she wasn't quite dragging, and pull her back in through the large balcony doors. Putting her down, she pulled the phone up to her ear again.<br/><br/>"Where's Erika?"