On the forty-third floor, Tim finally looked human again. Seely too noticed the wind, a soft gentle breeze at first barely ruffling the loose paper. Then it grew stronger. She sat down on the door with her back against exposed rafters and insulation, closed her eyes and basked in the feeling of it hitting her face. Her heart no longer hurt and her drug-induced headache was beginning to let up, "I think I'm feeling better."

"Good." Jenna said. "You look better."

Tim turned the radio off and handed it to Seely. "I say we go have a look around. We can see more from up here than they can tell us on the radio."

"Be careful, okay."

Jenna glanced from Seely to Tim and back to Seely again. "Is it okay if I go too?"

Seely giggled, "Sugar, you don't need my permission."

"I know, but will you be alright?"

"Sure I will. Go."

Suddenly, Jenna looked disturbed. She leaned her head to one side and listened. "What is that?"

"What?"

"That noise? That thudding noise?"

Tim focused on the sound, holding his breath until he recognized it. Then his eyes lit up, "Chopper!" In a flash, he was stumbling through the rubbish in the hall. By the time he turned down the corridor and passed the six elevators, the noise of the chopper was overwhelming. Cautiously, he made his way into the conference room. Then he spotted it. The huge blue chopper with bulging eyes, a bubble face and a slit for a mouth slowly descended until it hovered directly opposite the conference room. With Jenna right behind him, Tim inched closer to the middle of the room and waved his arms. But if the pilot saw him from behind the tinted windows, he gave no indication.