Moving, much less quickly, is a challenge with the added burden of trying to breathe after inhaling smoke and heat. Lazarus is struggling to remain upright when Nathan appears at his side asking about his state, determined but vulnerable. As tempting as it is to sink to the ground though, his eyes widen when he glimpses Nathan, and grabs the young man by the arm and wheels around toward the storm shelter, an underground cellar where canned goods are kept this virtually undetectable to those who don't know exactly where to push aside the sod.

"I'm fine. Don't know what's happening but I'm going to find out," he vows hoarsely, pulling Nathan along with him. "I need you to stay out of sight until I say it's all right to come out, OK?"