"Duke, we're going!" Rowan yelled out as he spotted Duke from across the hall. Since the doctor nodded at him, Rowan just went with Scott and left the hall with the kids in his arms. It was quite synonymous with making sure the others were waiting for him outside.
The path out of the collapsed art gallery looked like an earthquake hit the place. Everyone had to carefully tread the broken floor, seeing how cracks would draw the more the spot got walked on. It didn't help that the people were still injured from the tremors earlier.
"Is there a chance that they targeted someone else, not you?" Scott murmured while staring at the dark place, only relying upon the sparks of the live wires behind the broken walls. "They didn't know you would be coming here, after all."
"They who?"
