Eliot caught Ariadne's eyes as the ceiling collapsed on top of her. He didn't even have time to try to move toward her. For a moment, he just stood there, stunned. He'd known this would probably happen unless they left right away. He still had a hard time believing it. The creaking and groaning of the falling architecture stopped about as suddenly as it had started.

Finally, he forced himself to move. It wasn't certain yet. Momoko, at least, had a chance if she survived the fall. He dug and pried at the fallen beams. He found Ariadne's pack first. Amazingly, it was still intact. A piece of rubble had kept the beam from setting the mines off. Finally, he reached his younger ally. The remains of the other pack lay scattered across her chest. He choked on a sob. If it weren't for his idea of salvaging the explosives, she might have lived. The water bottle lay mockingly at her feet. Looking across what was left of they're hideout, Eliot could just make out the outline of Ariadne's hand.