Ellis had started to cry. How could she not? Everything was ruined now, and all of the braveness she had been feeling now left her all at once. Her tears were large and heavy and salty. They fell from her face like the sprinklings for the saddest cake ever baked.
I think I’m going to start crying as well in a minute.
Ellis wanted her Mum. She wanted her Dad. Ellis wanted everything to be exactly how it had been before she set off to rescue Falcon Boy and Bewilder Bird. She didn’t want to be standing backstage at a Doodah concert, staring at a large pile of rubble with a dead superhero beneath it.
There were many things that Ellis didn’t know, but the one thing I think she was pretty sure about right now, is that she really didn’t want to know anything about people she knows dying.