[ The button is the right one, as luck would have it (absent as it has been elsewhere today), and the door slides open to permit their entry into the elevator; a utilitarian crate, with room within its reinforced walls for a hundred souls at one time. It might well seem cavernous with only the two of them inside.
An explosion.
Ah. That was the missing piece, then.
How can you be so sure? How did you know? What if there was something---? But that the words stick in her throat, lump heavily there to hitch her breath with quavering; unable to force them out, she shakes her head in mute denial instead. Kevin's gloves might feel a bit damp, now, under the fingers laid over her eyes. ]
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An explosion.
Ah. That was the missing piece, then.
How can you be so sure? How did you know? What if there was something---? But that the words stick in her throat, lump heavily there to hitch her breath with quavering; unable to force them out, she shakes her head in mute denial instead. Kevin's gloves might feel a bit damp, now, under the fingers laid over her eyes. ]