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Opening my eyes, I pull myself back up onto my feet. I see
that I have entered into a second concrete corridor that is dimly illuminated
not from electric light, but from something that’s positioned at the very end
of the corridor. I’m alone. I have no idea where the others have gone. If they
are alive or dead. I only know that I’m standing in this long corridor and that
I am not afraid.
Soon the light shifts and the
silhouette of a body takes shape. The body comes closer, its footsteps echo on
the concrete floor. The closer the person comes, the more I can tell she is a
woman. When she is closer still, I can see that she is not just any woman.
She is Elizabeth.
Eyes fill. Heart beats.
“Elizabeth,” I say. “I saw you…”
She raises her hand, smiles,
brings her fingers as clo
