Doctor Ilona looked up as we walked by. She was locking her office, purse hanging from her shoulder. “Pulmo said they were going to the roof,” she told us. She dropped her keys. “Thanks,” Tamara said. We went up several flights of stairs and out onto the roof. The air smelled like gas. Pulmo and Nelson were on the far side. We walked toward them, passing the swimming pool and the tennis court. Pulmo looked at us and held a finger to his mouth. “Shh.” He pointed to the edge of the roof, and then he and Nelson got on their knees and crawled over. Their heads peeked over the waist-high stone wall. I moved closer to look. The building was surrounded by tanks and jeeps and a thick barricade of people in uniform holding black weapons. Dr. Ilona was being escorted to a limousine just outside the ring of vehicles and soldiers. Tamara looked at me and shook her head once, from left to right. I shut my eyes and tried to stop hyperventilating. My body wouldn’t listen to me. We’d been outnumbered before, but never like this. I opened my eyes and looked at Tamara again. She was calm. My breathing slowed. Then a blast of air flew by and Tamara fell back. Nelson jerked me down, his shoulder knocking the wind out of me when we landed. I turned my head and saw Pulmo holding his cape against Tamara’s shoulder. The cape was turning dark red. Nelson got off me and whispered to Tamara, “Are you okay?” She didn’t answer, but she seemed alert. I wanted to say, “She can’t hear you,” but I couldn’t breathe. Tamara looked at me. My head hurt and there was a loud rushing sound in my ears drowning out my thoughts.