My instincts got me moving, but I couldn't just hop over the table in my short dress and heels. I found myself pursuing my father who had the exact same genes if years more experience with stuff like this. He did the work for me, making a path when people tried to stand up, creating a trail I could follow down to the end of the table and up the runway to the fallen Mason and still screaming Simone.

Crew had appeared out of nowhere, beating us to the scene, so he had to ...