By morning the ice and snow had eased into a steady hush.
Light bled through the clouds in a gray wash that made the world feel completely different than it was before. The tip of the casino tower rose out of the snow by a good 22 stories. In fact, it was the tallest building around at the moment.
It was also the only building visible for miles around too.
From the forty-second floor, the harbor no longer moved; it simply held. The ice had crept up the building in the night and, with it, the pressure—the glass sang now and then in long, low notes like a finger on a rim.
The five of them decided to move.
It wasn't for supplies. Not that they wouldn't have taken them if they came across it, but right now it was for something bigger. They needed to know their lines—what was sealed, what gave, where an exit could be cut. If the city had changed shape, then their perimeter and their habits had to change with it.
