Oh goddammit. If Delaney knew that, she wouldn't have wasted time asking. Maybe if, when they first traveled to Minneapolis, Sloan had been more descriptive about her powers, more specific, these time-devouring bungles could be avoided, but alas, Sloan lacked the mental faculties for such forethought. Delaney didn't bother to tell the others to hold on or anything. She summoned a bubble in the tight space between snow and car carriage and with a simple strain of focus burgeoned it to massive size. The bubble jacked the car upward and lifted the top half out of the snow.

(Chapter 27)