Jack was hit with a fit of coughs as soon he entered the crumbling building again, only thinking to cover his face after he got a lungful of the dusty air inside.  His watering eyes made it even harder to to make things out but he did see the spell cast overhead and he was once again glad there was another person here to do the thinking.  If it was just Jack… well he was having trouble thinking past finding Daffy and getting her out.

He shook he head, his arm still draped across his face to protect from the smoke as he looked up at the hole in the ceiling.  He'd never been upstairs.  He'd only recently seen the back room.  "I think I heard her…" he pointed toward one of the piles that looked big enough to hide a person but he was suddenly not sure where he'd heard her voice coming from.

"Daffy?!" he called out, partly to try and get a clue where she was, partly just to hear her voice again.  He looked to his partner, pointing his wand at a nearby pile.  If she didn’t answer - oh fuck, please answer - they were going to have to start somewhere. "How do we do this without crushing her?" his tone was a steady mix of resolve and alarm.

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