Their faces begin setting off more alarm bells. Yes. Yes it makes sense that others would be missing, too. And their job is to find them. That’s what they have to do. Chanel nods to herself, and breaks away from Armani just for a moment. She sees that hand, Eddy Waxweiler, and she reaches to grasp his wrist, just for a second, to inspect him, too, for any visible injury. A furrow in her forehead deepens, a little. She releases both of them with a soft shake of her head. “I was alone. I didn’t see anyone. Shall we find them?”

It’s a question that doesn’t invite any answer but yes, and she spins so her back is facing her brother. “Unzip me.” This is also a command. Whatever. The whole school has seen her in a corset, and this dress was custom.