I gasped for breath and jammed my fingers into the pain to help ease it.

Traffic had picked up from the exodus of people from Avalon Street, but the walk signal at the next intersection was in our favor. We ran across.

A large parking garage loomed up to the left just before the next intersection. I thought we were going to run right past it, but at the last second, Ryan pulled me between the ticket window and the orange and white barrier. We ran through the maze ...