Most of her back is soaking wet, and so much of her dress is tangled in the rubble she winds up tearing most of the skirt off. But after a few deep, steady breaths she finally manages to get herself up and standing. She's woozy. Feels like maybe she might have hit her head. But here in the smoke-choked darkness, it's hard to see anything more than burning orange shadows.

It reminds her of the nightmares she had after waking from the sleeping curse. Fire and pain and the fear of being horribly and forever lost.

She coughs again. She can see where she feel from, and that the building still is falling down. Fire and chaos above, and somewhere... Ruby. Where is she?

"Ruby?" she hollers. Then coughs. Breathing is far more difficult than it used to be.