"We leave no one behind," Sylvia replies firmly, for while Mary's grief has her falling apart, there's zero chance that she'll move without her sister. "The emergency services won't come. Gather up the fallen. We'll take them in Chris's van."

They've tried calling an ambulance, but in a supernatural fracas it's risky to get the human authorities involved, and no ambulance has come. Mobile phones have short-circuited, witches they thought were right behind them have gone missing. The fae are masters of confusion.

Chris is another meta human drafted in to help, and while Sylvia gets up and pulls Mary to her feet, he moves to help the other injured witches.

"We're leaving now," Sylvia calls, glancing back to make sure that the others will follow. Mary is clinging to her shoulder. Someone else will need to carry her sister's body. They don't have time to wait.