“But I did, I served three years in a diner somewhere in the desert of Iraq, you have to do something to pay for university.” She shrugged, hoping the joke would land.

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New York had changed. Though still wild and ever moving, the city seemed so foreign to him now. But, then again, perhaps that was what happened when you simply stopped paying attention to it like Ray had. He had plenty of time to get reconnected with the city now that he spent his time driving people around it. 

Seeing someone heralding his cab, Ray carefully made his through traffic over to them. 

“Oh Daniel, Oh my sweet naive summer child. Of course you shouldn’t be worried about it. Unless you want to be subject to a line of intense questioning by the police.” She laughed, dipping her pinky finger in the blood sample again and popping it in her mouth.

“I’ll give ya a hint, it isn’t murder.”

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The janitor let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. As carefully as he could, he lowered the engineer back to the floor.

“You’re alive then. Good. Stay still, no sense in injuring yourself further.”

The air around them was hot, fully of plaster and rock dust, and practically thrumming with residual energy. Somewhere overhead, he heard the mass of rubble shift, and the foundations of the building groaned eerily.

“Jillian. I need you to tell me... exactly what you just did to my machine,” Rowan said, very softly, as if raising his voice might bring the rest of the hotel down on top of them. Then again, for all he could be sure of, it might.