Winter squirmed closer to Peggy. She was praying that they would get through it okay, and she wished that there was something she could just do... Her hands clenched into fists, and she couldn't help a slight gasp when it felt like she'd grabbed handfuls of fine silk instead of just air. She didn't get a chance to even think about it, though, because one of the gunmen fired a round into the ceiling and she flinched, her hands flying up to her ears and her eyes screwing shut. A blast of wind howled around the two girls for a moment, and suddenly the tile floor of the bank became the braided rug in the living room of their apartment.