"I think I can manage it, considering a you got a face full of weasel and I don't have any money." Sputtered Glowie, coughing up a gob of mud that had lodge itself in her throat. She took Nev's hand and was happily hauled onto more stable mud. "Thank you."<br/><br/>Her mind was swimming. The city was gone? How could this be? All of her friends, taken in an instant. She shivered in the cold, holding her sides. "Good. We have to get dry. If you stay wet too long you'll get sick." She offered weakly, trying to put her brain back together.