It felt like everything was happening all at once and in slow motion at the same time.  If Calla responded to him, he didn’t hear her.  Between the rumble of walls continuing to fall around them, the man shouting, and the knowledge that Daffy was somewhere pinned under the rubble he had no more room in his brain for anything else.

The command to get Calla out reverberated in his head like a gong when the weak cry of his name rose from the wreckage.  His eyes snapped to the older man, filled with conflict and a flash of panic, as if hoping the directive would change.  He stood there, rooted to the spot as the youngest Potts sister try to push him away demanding that he leave her to go for her sister.  Her protests struck him deeply - they mirrored his own instinct to ignore logic and go right for Daffy but the man's order had come with authority and deep down Jack knew that it was the right thing to do. Suddenly he was moving again.

"Just hold on!" He called back in the direction where Daffy's fading voice had come from, his voice only hinting at the frustration of having to leave her there.  "My apologies Miss - " he said, turning back to Calla to draw one of her arms it over his shoulders. " - but I've got to get you out" Aided by a simple levitation charm, he lifted her into his arms and began to carefully pick his way back out to the street, braced for her to fight him the whole way. 

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