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Janet didn’t know what had happened. She was so engrossed in the movie that she didn’t notice when the ceiling started to shake. The next thing she knew, she was lying flat on the floor of the aisle underneath Ethan as the ceiling collapsed.
To her horror, something heavy fell on Ethan and she heard a loud noise. Then it was pure chaos. The room fell into darkness. She could hear people’s screams and cries for help and Ethan’s heavy breathing.
“Ethan, are you hurt?” she asked urgently.
A faint smell of blood wafted in the air. Janet had no idea if it was Ethan’s or someone else’s. Having been hit just now, Et han had rolled down the stairs. Janet’s voice trembled as she fumbled for Ethan in the darkness.
“Ethan?” She knew that he must’ve gotten hurt. She could hear his low, pained moans in the darkness.
However, after a few deep breaths, it became deathly silent. Janet couldn’t hear anything from the direction where Ethan was. Janet wanted to rush to his side, but a ceiling frame had inadvertently caged her. When she tried to stand up, her head hit the slate, causing a flurry of concrete powder to fall all over Janet’s face.
“Ahem!” She inhaled the powder and couldn’t stop coughing.
It was pitch black and she could barely see her hand in front of her. As she tried to get a feel for her surroundings, Janet concluded that the collapsed ceiling had fallen on top of the rows of seats, trapping them inside the aisle.
“Hello? Is anyone else there?” She shouted at the top of her lungs. Although there weren’t many other people watching this movie, she recalled at least a dozen other movie-goers in the cinema. But now, it was eerily quiet.
The cries for help just now had stopped. Perhaps the fallen ceiling had knocked them out. Without thinking too much, Janet continued to crawl ahead.
“Ouch!” Pain shot up from her knees. Janet winced and fumbled forward, trying to navigate with her palms. Finally, she touched something that felt like knitted fabric. It had to be the dark blue sweater that Ethan wore today.
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