She walked out of her bubble and left the room. Upon reaching an emergency exit, she pulled the alarm. The hotel was immediately bathed in a banshee’s shriek along with bright pulses of light. That would hopefully prompt people to evacuate. Clara pushed past the fire doors and found herself on the outside.
Less than a minute later, the sun broke over the horizon, and an orange flash appeared from within her bedroom. With any luck, the authorities would link Smiley with the altercation at the pub. Investigating that mess should keep them off my ass for a while.
“Do you know what’s going on?” an elderly couple asked.
The old woman was still in her nightgown. While Clara felt a twinge of guilt for the inconvenience, at least they were safe.
“I’m not sure,” Clara said. “I heard it was a man with a severe sunburn.”
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