Water in Shaft 37

The final column on every page was blank, as if waiting for an outcome nobody intended to deliver. “Transfer where?” he asked. “Central cooling hub,” the woman said. “North Ring isn’t a hub,” Daniel said. “It’s a stop.” The woman visibly stiffened. A burst of commotion rose from the far end of the concourse. A man pushed in a wheelchair with an elderly woman slumped in it, followed by two dust-covered men. One of the men had blood all over his hands and was clutching a crumpled paper like a warrant. “Where’s the ambulance?” he shouted at the volunteers. “Where’s my father?” The volunteer looked at the paper and her face changed instantly. “You’re from the outer ring?” “Yes!” “Who let you in?” “The broadcast did!”