SUNDAY 19 OCTOBER
When Steven woke up the entire building was shaking. Dust was falling from the brickwork and searing, impossibly bright light was pouring in through every c***k and every window. He’d fallen asleep in his chair by the fireplace with his feet up on a stool. Christ, how long was I out for? Roger and Sandra were still there with him, though Sandra was on her feet, screaming as she scuttled around the room, frantically trying to avoid the shafts of burning light which crisscrossed the hotel bar. Steven’s mind was all over the place, dulled from deep sleep, nauseous from this rude awakening. Frightened thoughts cut through the confusion: Where am I? Am I too late? Is this the end?
The air was filled with an ominous dull roar, as if the largest plane imaginable was flying jus
