Khan followed George's instructions, reaching a different corridor that featured only a few rooms. One of them was closed, and the symphony told him the others were empty, so his destination became clear right away. Still, an angry shout welcomed him when he approached it.
"I said I don't want to be disturbed!" A familiar voice invaded Khan's ears as soon as the metal door slid open. Many would cower in fear due to the anger conveyed by the shout, but Khan's first reaction was to smile.
The room was relatively small, containing three beds and some medical equipment. Only the mattress on the farthest corner was occupied, and the nest of curls peeking from the blanket confirmed the person's identity.
A thick smell of smoke filled Khan's nostrils, and his attentive eyes didn't miss the ash mixed with the curls. That wasn't the hair Khan remembered. It was dirty, crunchy, and without any light, but it still belonged to the woman he loved.
