Kat dashed back down the road and launched herself into the window… or that was the attempt. It seemed relying purely on her instincts for such things was not a great idea at the moment. Something she should have already learned. Kat tried to fan out her wings but didn't quite make it in time to prevent slamming through the wooden walls and tumbling into the desk. Kat stood up as quickly as she could, leading to the floorboards breaking.
*Curse it. This place is already falling apart!* For Kat it wasn't so bad, but there was smoke everywhere and the fire had spread upstairs now, taking over the landing and most of the office she was currently in. Kat ran through the flames, not feeling any of them and quickly using her now standard technique to pull the door off. What she found was an old lady Thyme with a hand clutched over her chest, frozen in the middle of a heart attack. Kat felt the world slow.
