[At least he's taking charge, but Clarke pushes up next to him once they're both outside. If he really remembers nothing, he's not going to know what's going on here. That's more than obvious.]
If it looks like the world is ending, it's probably because it is. [Clarke means this as an offhanded remark while she surveys the surroundings.
There's a building just ahead. Cleanly blown out windows. The lights are dimmed. It doesn't look like anyone is coming in or going out. It might not be pretty there, but they should have the time they need.
She strides off in that direction, stepping over the opening to move inside. No alarms. No surprise. She passes over the crunching glass, deeper in, until they come to a backroom that hasn't been affected. Without the power fully together, they can get in. Hopefully they can get out.
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If it looks like the world is ending, it's probably because it is. [Clarke means this as an offhanded remark while she surveys the surroundings.
There's a building just ahead. Cleanly blown out windows. The lights are dimmed. It doesn't look like anyone is coming in or going out. It might not be pretty there, but they should have the time they need.
She strides off in that direction, stepping over the opening to move inside. No alarms. No surprise. She passes over the crunching glass, deeper in, until they come to a backroom that hasn't been affected. Without the power fully together, they can get in. Hopefully they can get out.
One step at a time.
Clarke turns toward him.]
Have you ever heard of a stack?