Diane stumbled on a stool and went trolling to the ground. To everyone’s despair, she was about to hit the dirty floor, face first when she felt a brash wind above her head. She looked up and saw herself soaring in vacuum with Morgan’s hands around her waist. Steadily landing in front of everyone, Morgan and Diane stood side by side. Fred bolted to her, took Diane in his arms and moved her away from Morgan. Diane sighed at him before looking at Morgan thankfully.
“Thank you.” she said and smiled. Morgan tried to smile but he could not manage to do it.
“Why are you thanking him? He is the reason why you are hurt in the first place.” Fred whispered into Diane’s ear.
“This way.” Both Morgan and his sister said. Diane chirped and tried to follow him, but Fred took hold of her wrist. Diane
