Videl rushed to Marinette’s side and looked down over the edge of the cracked and crumbling ground into the pit. Desperate cries for help resonated in her ears, where comm static reigned most of the time. A quick assessment of the sinking building and surrounding unsteady ground told Videl that even the most able bodied people trapped down there probably wouldn't be able to climb out on their own.

“Right,” Videl gave a curt nod in acknowledgement of Marinette’s words before leaping down after her.

“I'll check inside the ground floor,” she announced as she landed, dashing toward the door the moment her feet touched the ground.

Inside was dark, the only light coming in through broken windows and doors. The floor was littered with broken furnishings, shattered dishware, and fragments of drywall and plaster where the walls and ceiling had broken apart. Cries of fear and pain met Videl's ears from several different places. With renewed determination, she dug into the rubble where she heard the closest voice, extracting a battered old man, leading him outside and handing home off to waiting help, then diving back in to repeat the process.