“Kat, are you ok,” Jioni asked with creased brows.
“Who are you, and where are we?” Kathy replied as she held her head. She paused, then smiled. “It’s funny when you make that worried expression. I’m ok, thanks.”
Jioni’s softened her look.
“But anyways, I hate earthquakes more than stairs now,” Kathy continued. “Especially when there are multiple of them.”
“Agreed, we need to get out of here.”
Jioni found the energy to run up the stairs; she pointed her flashlight at each wall until she came across one with a huge number, “5,” on it. She soon smiled and cracked her hands: it was almost over. “Ok, this is it. Remember the plan.”
