When the alarm comes screaming, Dany’s body tightens up like a fist. She knows, right away she knows, whatever’s triggered the alarm, whatever’s gone wrong – it’s got to be a lot bigger than her.
Dany looks at the mirror.
When the emergency lights flash, the mirror turns to glass, and for a second she can see the other side. A theatre. Two rows of seats. She can see her captors, too. Not two men, but four. They’re clustered at the back of the theatre, fear written all over them. While she watches, they pull on heavy respirator masks. A black filter covers each mouth – like the baleen plates of a foraging whale.
In the flashing lights, her world becomes a stop-motion film.
A long moment passes before Dany understands – and by the time she does the last of her captors has stepped
