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When the attacks came, they weren’t at the hospital. JJ was walking to the car with Will, Henry in her arms. She didn’t see him, but she knew he was there moments before the storm hit. She later told Celine that, at first, she’d smiled, because for a moment she’d almost forgotten. They were lucky. The second strike smashed into the Bureau-issued SUV they were about to climb into, leaving the upholstery smouldering and the paint white and blistering. It was over as fast as it began, the two elves easily turning the storm back on its source. Not once did they see a flicker of him. Morgan’s house burned. He didn’t say much, just dropped his head in his hands. Someone saved his dog, and he quietly told them that was all he cared about. Celine knew he was lying. Celine was next. They didn’t