The sound, it turns out, is Garvey hitting a bus with another bus. There are people in the buses. Some are screaming. Others are dead.
Garvey’s not really all that huge, and Lissa forces herself to think about how massive he must be, to hold the bus by one end. It’s going to matter.
She reaches him, kicks the board away and grabs, swinging around his neck like a toy. Then she swaps their gravities. It’s impossible. It hurts. Her muscles nearly collapse, and the air is driven from her lungs within a second.
But a second is all she needs.