The glassy building loomed ahead, covering all else in the chilly October night. Cobwebs hung on every spire, cloaking the building in a musty layer. The girl shouldered her pack of dynamite and-

trudged along the deserted streets, looking for the Sign. It was hard, in the dark. A lot harder than anyone had thought. But the Sign would be there. It would be clear.

It had to be.

Because if it wasn’t-