life, and dipped his head and closed his eyes and prayed.
âI remember the mayor saying that the aging pipelines were vulnerable and that this city could be brought to its knees if one of the aqueducts collapsed,â Daniel said, his low voice reverberating around the empty nave. â A potential apocalypse . Well, weâre living more than that now, so I ask you, Lord, help us out of it.â
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âW eâll have to pull over,â Daniel said.
I slowed the truck and put it into park, keeping the engine running. The visibility was near gone, although it was only 10 A.M. The dayâs sky was black and the headlights of the truck only served to bounce back in our faces off the thick curtain of snowfall. At least it was warm in here.
âDo you think Bobâs okay out in this?â
âHeâll be fine,â Daniel replied. âHe can hardly see his feet in front of him, so whoâs going to see him?â
I almost laughed. Yeah, heâd be fineâIâd been out on my own enough, and he was at least twice my size.
âHowâd Bob know all that?â
âHe was working for the Department of Environmental Protection,â Daniel said. âHe told me he once spent three months deep under the city, with a dive team, living and working down there to repair the old tunnels. Imagine that. Living in a little house so far below this city, in a subterranean world as deep as the Chrysler Building is high. You believe that?â
âI believe anything these days,â I said, ânothing seems too strange anymore.â
âTrue. He said itâs hot down there,â Daniel said. âUnlike the freezing air up here at the surface, itâs like seventy degrees down there, a humid mist of dust and fumes.â
âSeventy degreesâcompared to this, thatâll be like going to the tropics for a holiday.â
âHey, look there,â he said, pointing across the street. Through the snowfall I could just make out a hotel and a few shops. âSince weâre stuck for a bit, how about we go check it out, see if thereâs anything useful?â
âSure.â I killed the engine, pocketed the keys, and we darted across the road. The wind cut at me, ice knives at my face and neck; inhaling the cold air made me feel frozen from the inside out.
âTight fit,â I said, just managing to squeeze through the lobby doors, which were jammed partly open. Daniel followed; he seemed to fit more easily.
âNo way Bob would have fit through that,â I said and Daniel laughed.
Illuminated by our flashlights, the place looked pristine, unlike so many of the ransacked shops and other buildings. Through a side door we looked around the type of hotel store that sold a bit of everything. I took a new watch, as the face of mine had cracked. Daniel pulled on an extra coat, and I found a couple of wheeled bags that we could fill with whatever we might find of use in the hotel.
âLetâs find the kitchen,â Daniel said. We went through the lobby and looked around in offices and bathrooms, emerging into a large banquet hall that had been burned out, leaving a vast black-on-black landscape. Our flashlight beams couldnât reach the far walls.
âThis isnât creepy at all . . .â Our feet scrunched the charred carpet and ash-strewn floor, sounding as though we were walking through a thick blanket of autumn leaves.
âThereâs a door down there,â Daniel said, and we headed towards a couple of shiny brass handles at the corner of the room. Our movement kicked up a cloud of dust that hung in the air like smoke.
The double swinging doors squeaked open to reveal a huge stainless-steel kitchen, untouched by the fire.
âJust grab a few things that are easy to carry,â he said.
âHallelujah!â The pantry was as well stocked as any Iâd ever seen, and reminded me of an apartment back at 30 Rock.