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The fire in the subway terminal at Kemiston Memorial was still burning bright when we arrived.
The firefighters had controlled the blaze somewhat, but thick black clouds of smoke billowed into the air, carried into the hospital building, coloring some of the windows black.
Destiny and I popped our collars and kept our heads down as we entered, going out of our way to avoid police and security guards.
We asked about Allegra, and the nurse pointed toward elevators and told us where to find her.
We took the elevator to the fifth floor, passing doctors and nurses in face masks.
I pumped hand sanitizer at every station I passed.
I didn't like being back here.
At the end of the hallway, we found the waiting room that the nurse told us to go to.
It was empty. A talk show was playing o
