The man reached out for her. "What happened?" His voice was desperate. "I've been asleep, and all of a sudden, when I wake up—"
"Let me go!"
"What happened?" he said pathetically. "The city's so still."
She pushed him back and continued up the stairs.
He ran after her. "Wait!"
At the top floor she saw no exit to the roof.
The corridor was "U" shaped, the bottom of the "U" facing onto the street. Six rooms on it.
"Young lady!" the man cried, rounding the corner of the stairs below her. She dropped her mental range into a low register and struck toward him. But she could not quite find his range and he shook his head and continued up the stairs. She waited, and when he arrived, she said, "Sorry," and hit him on the chin. He rolled halfway down the short flight of stairs.
She searched the six rooms. All were unlocked and empty, and the doors slammed in her wake.
Nothing.