The feeling Javert had gotten didn't escape Alec. In fact, he was finding it a little difficult to breathe, too, almost like being caught in the blast that had marred his face, almost like being crushed under the collapsed satellite cradle.

Crap. Something was going down around here, and, as he got closer to the Sun Room, the fear got even worse, almost to a hysterical intensity.

He fought to keep his voice level. "I want to just get out of here and to the kitchen. I think..." he swallowed; his throat had gone dry. "I think we should just sprint through the Sun Room into the cafeteria. We're all fine with that?"