She’s hesitant about using her gravity on walls, because it affects both sides–not really fair to anyone inside the building. But now she’s got no choice. Carlisle’s jetpack has a brute-force vertical efficiency, and if he gets up there first…

Lissa’s hands smack brick, and then she concentrates and rotates her own personal world: now fore is down. Her sneakers scrabble in the corner and she’s off, running straight up, behind but moving fast.

Inside, people gasp, coffee spills, papers flurry. Each office she passes becomes chaos for a second, as in her wake, everything suddenly tries to fall out.