"Oh. Good. If that is all, it means we can try and help the Multitude," she stepped between piles of rock and other building materials. She peered at iron beams, just pieces of the skeleton of the building. All the money that would have to go into fixing this place. And yet, perhaps, all it was was a building. Maybe she could pull the Multitude out of this hole and bring it back together. A hand stuck out of the wreakage, and she walked over, pulling a man out. Though he looked ghostly, showered with plaster, and dark red smeared his cheeks, the fresh blood losing its luster as it mixed with the powder, he looked alright.
"Thank you," he whispered. Before he could say more, the dust entered his lungs and he coughed heavily.