Wander these cool gray halls, black-and-white-tiled floors.
Steam wafts: sickening, disembodied
from the cafteria downstairs.
Jostled in a sea of rushing bodies,
see a face you know in the distance, and just as soon, it's gone.
Call out, voice lost in the din.
A warning bell sounds a piercing pitch above the crowd.
Break through the swarms.