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He ran.
All he could think about was his aunt.
The metal hallways of the conference ship were wide and spacious.
He passed by conference rooms with people inside. Through the frosted glass doors, he caught glimpses of the rooms. Some people were still carrying on as if nothing had happened. Maybe they weren’t paying attention to the ships outside. Others, however, were standing at the window with cell phones in their hands, taking photos or calling for help.
His footsteps rang out on the metal floor.
The dress shoes he wore, black and shiny, were unbearable. He wanted to kick them off but knew he couldn’t.
He broke into a rotunda with a high ceiling and stained glass painting of the heavens above.
Several hallways stretched before him.
He stopped.
And listened.
One way, he hea
