Far in the city, a club stood, which no longer looked like a place for music.
The dance floor now lay empty and silent beneath the pale light of morning, seeping through the high windows.
Colored lights still blinked weakly overhead, forgotten and pointless in the daylight.
Two chairs had been dragged to the center of the floor, where a man and a woman sat.
The man leaned back slightly, one arm draped over the backrest. The woman, on the other hand, sat straight, her legs crossed.
Above the club, the building continued upward. An attached upper level that functioned more like a house than a part of the entertainment space below.
And on the rooftop, a figure crouched down.
A girl lay flat against the surface, peering into a narrow ventilation duct that ran straight down through the structure.
"Where the fuck are you?" She whispered.
Her voice slid down the narrow duct, clear at first, then thinning as the metal tunnel emptied into the far corner of the basement below.
