Scott's condition was deteriorating. His complexion was turning ashen - complete with an every-so-slightly blue undertone. His breathing was turning a little erratic and actively labored instead of just shallow, and as soon as he'd made what had to happen known he stopped reacting to what was happening around him entirely.

Fortunately, Allison was self-absorbed in the way only a traumatized child can be. Scott was upright and had just been talking, so he was clearly fine. Also, magic and powers and teleportation.

Allison looked and was pretty well dubious but said, "All right.... " Because what the hell else was she going to do? She was a kid with nowhere else to go, and a whole bunch of people hated her for things she didn't want. Safe was few and far between.

That roused Scott enough to get his head up. "We need to get out of here." Now. Right fucking now.