Sara gasps, gritting her teeth as she struggles. The plastic bears into her skin, sharp enough that she thinks it might cut her. She manages to get a grasp on Melanie's shoulders; she's not as small as Cid, but she's still small.

With a grunt of effort, she draws up as much TK as she can muster and uses it to push Melanie back. For a moment, she only manages an inch or two. Her arms are shaking with effort, jaw clenched so tight she's sure to have a headache later.

"Melanie! I need you to stop! Can you hear me?" She has no idea if Melanie is even mentally present at this point.