“What are we looking for?” I ask. “This was your brilliant notion,” says Calamity. “You tell me.” “Um. Well, let’s see what she was doing up here.” Deeper into the building, past shattered cubicles and blasted walls, we start seeing evidence of workshops and laboratories. The rubble is inches thick on the ground, but in the few clear spots we can see sooty linoleum on the floor. The twisted mass of something that might have once been an MRI machine lies broken on the ground. My heart sinks. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe a big flashing sign saying THIS WAY TO THE CLUES.
