In the middle of the largest room on the forty-third floor, Jenna suddenly froze. The world was moving again and she was at least ten feet from the kitchenette. The building rose, humped and dipped down. Then it shuddered. She turned and started back. But as abruptly as it began, the earth stopped moving. "Timmy?"

"What? You think I'm going somewhere? Get me out of here Jenna before I lose my lunch!"

Jenna rolled her eyes and headed back toward the desks. "You do and I'll tell everyone I know what a coward you are. Just hold on, I'm doing the best I can." A large, overturned bookcase blocked one corner of the first desk and its contents blocked the other. First, she tried moving the bookcase. When it didn't budge, she began tossing the thick accounting records out of the way, scattering the unbound papers. Finished, she scooted rubbish off the desk and knocked on the top. "You hear that?"

"Yes. I must be farther back than I thought ... maybe two desks."

Jenna cleared a space on the floor, got down on her knees and peeked under the desk. Instantly, she reeled back in horror. His face was covered with blood and she could only see one eye. Feverishly, she began scooting more debris out of the way. She tried to stay calm, but her cracking voice betrayed her approaching tears, "The good new is, you're only one desk back after all. The bad news is ..."