“It’s me, Dad,” I sobbed.

I stepped forward and threw my arms around his shoulders.

He felt incredibly light, his bones sharp against my arms.

But his hands came up and gripped my back with surprising strength.

“They told me you were dead,” he muttered into my shoulder.

“They told me the accident took everyone.”

“I’m alive, Dad,” I said, pulling back to look at him. “I’m right here.”

“We are going to get you out of this place.”

Charles stepped into the room, his eyes scanning the hallway behind us.

“We have to move,” Charles said. “The security guards will be here in minutes.”

He looked at Kenneth, who was cowering near the doorway.

“How do we get out without using the main elevators?” Charles asked.

“The utility stairs,” Kenneth said, gesturing down the hall.

“Behind the laundry room.”

“It leads to the lower alleyway behind the incinerator.”

“Take this,” Kenneth added, pulling a white plastic keycard from his pocket.

“You need it to open the final exit door.”

Charles snatched the card from his hand.

“Thank you, Doctor,” Charles said. “Now hide.”