"It's not me!" Bea yelled, not knowing exactly what cotton candy was, but feeling it wasn't the nicest of nicknames. But then she realized what the reality was. If the noise wasn't her, then something else was coming at them, and fast. Bea took a cautious stance as she buzzed up towards the ceiling. Maybe she was safer up here than in the middle of the hallway.

"I think we should get out of the way of whatever's coming," she said with apparent nervousness in her voice. "If it's anything like last time, I don't want to be caught in the middle of it!"