You cool down and turn around to help the wounded girl. A quick check over reveals that her injuries are pretty much just glass in the face.
"Don''t speak," you say to her, trying not to be grossed out by the big sliver of glass protruding from her cheek. "I'll call 911."
As you dig your cell phone from your pocket, you hear two slow electronic beeps, followed by three rapid beeps. Half a second later, an intense wave of heat blasts over you. Then everything fades to white.