A few more hours crept by, one by one, with nothing happening. I occupied myself by pacing the tile and gazing out at the Chicago skyline, then finally sitting down and listen to my stomach purr with hunger.

Finally, a noise came through and broke the silence. But it wasn’t a voice, it was…just a mechanical noise.

Suddenly the entire floor underneath me groaned and creaked, tipping to a nearly forty degree angle. I yelled out and skidded down the slick marble floor, eyes widening as I realized the whole thing was hurtling me straight for one of the glass windows. The soles of my feet nearly burned off from the friction I made trying to stop myself.

I closed my eyes, and the explosion of glass reached my ears. Shards ripped at my clothing, hundred mile-per-hour winds immediately shooting me out into the opening, spinning me around and around until -

Dark. Light. My fingers felt cold stone underneath them. I opened my eyes.

Tiled marble floor lay underneath me.