"Yeah," Indigo gasped. Suddenly she didn't look so much like a tall imposing, beautiful woman. She was still beautiful yes, and probably still tall too, but she was only in her twenties. She probably had a decade on these kids, but how much older is that? She walked out to her car in the flashing lights, able to sneak past the police. Indigo had a second thought.
She reached into her purse, which unlike the purses of other people didn't hold much more than her wallet.
Ha! As if!
She dug around.
Crumpled up paper, wallet, phone, gum, ugh what's that sticky stuff! She waved a delicate hand feebly to get it off, but all she did was grimace. There, floating around, was her business card. She tossed it, and it flew downwind towards Wolfram.
And it read: Indigo Alan, Enchantress. It had her number and was slightly sticky, and now getting damp in the grass at his feet.
"Tell me if you have changed your mind!" She said.
She got into the car and drove away, beyond the notice of the police. They were clearing away a lot of people who weren't involved.
Sherri had been silent this whole time, fearfully watching this event unfold. She didn't really want this pretty woman to get hurt, Sherri already felt responsible for her.
As red and blue lit her back, she sighed with relief. "The police are here!" She said joyously, bouncing with happiness.