There was at least one familiar little girl standing before a building that was luckily spared of most of the devastation during that mess in the city. Sherry pursed her lips and put her hands on her hips as though sizing it up. All the other places she usually had hidden herself away to read where damaged, and the fact that she knew she was missing something and couldn't put her finger on what exactly bothered her to no end.

But for now, she needed a place to read, a place where it was quiet and calm. Maybe Kelly ---

...Wait. Why had she just suddenly thought of Kelly?

Possibly because the blur of person shooting down the street towards her was Kelly. Sherry threw up her hands and squeaked, pushing the door of the building open so she could dive through it and not be run over.