Eddy makes an exasperated sound when Armani predictably breaks away, and he follows closely at his heels. It's the direction he was going in anyway, but, "stay together," he says as he catches Armani's shoulder.

Hot air blasts his face unexpectedly, drawing his attention. The scene beyond the doorway looks far more familiar to his memory. Intense heat. Vines. Cement. He inhales instinctively, recalling how the smoke had filled his lungs.

"Shit."