Chime has a firm grip on my arm, her intention clear before I can move or say anything.

"Time to go." She pushes against me, toward the empty stairs and the rapidly moving ground at the bottom of them as the train continues to build speed.

Beckett's fist impacts her mouth, sending her staggering backward. I gape at him as though I've never seen him before and wonder if I really know him at all. He shakes, fury written all over him as his clenched fists rise before ...