She took the street, and soon they were barrelling down a long road that was mostly businesses, run-down and seedy. Behind a faded pink stucco house, the tips of the angels wings flashed in and out of view.

He saw them. "There!"

Electa screeched to a halt. In the sudden silence, they could hear shouts. Bars covered the windows; a wrought-iron gate stood open, showing the drive. No lights--the place almost seemed abandoned, except for a white van.

He made an oof sound as they halted, having forgotten to buckle up for once.

Electa's energy lifted and she scanned quickly. "All three of them are back there."

"We're going to help, right?"

"Yes."

He made a tiny 'yes!'.

She got out and began racing down the driveway

He was right behind her, wings showing at ready just in case.