And orderly or not, in the end the retreat has to devolve into its simplest form of Everybody Run For It.

Karine hits the door first, half-expecting it to be locked, and holds it open for the others when it proves not to be. "Come on, come on, let's go," she's shouting as they pour through.



The night outside is cold and crisp, and across the silent street there's a fence adorned with strings of colored lights.