 streets. People screamed and scrambled away from the chaos.

That was enough for me. I wasn't sticking around to see more.

I started running around the side of the building when I saw my opening into the club. With people pouring out of the club to see the fight, nobody would notice me slipping in.

Changing direction, I pushed my way against the flow of traffic. I felt like a fish trying to swim upstream only to be buffeted by hundreds of obstacles. At times, it felt like the current was too strong and I was traveling in reverse. A few times, I was even thrust toward the combatants, toward the mayhem, but I persevered and finally came onto the other side of crowd.

The entrance hall to the club was dark and cloaked in heavy drapes. If I kept walking, I would have entered the strobe lit music pounding arena where more than one person's innocence had been shattered.

This wasn't where they'd have gone. That much I was sure of. There had to be some rooms for business to take place. Even if it was just an office or a break room for the employees, all they'd need was someplace quiet and private.

I saw no doors, no indication whatsoever as to the direction they'd gone, so I went into the club proper. One of the men had said there was a room just inside the club. I was now, technically I guess, just inside the club, so where was this room?

With the darkness, strobe lights, and the general mess left by the patrons when they'd rushed outside, it was hard to see anything clearly, but nothing really screamed "door" to me.

At least five minutes had passed since I'd last seen Meredith and the men. Who knows what could have happened by now. The men could have killed Meredith, she could have killed one of them, or even more unlikely, everything could have gone off without a hitch and Meredith had left via an alternate route. But if that was the case, where were the men? Wouldn't they be curious about what was happening outside?

None of this speculation, however, was going to do me any good unless I found that room fast.

I strode into the main part of the club/dancing area, but the farther I went, the less I saw. There were no doors, only tables, chairs, a littered dance
streets. People screamed and scrambled aside from the chaos. 

 That was adequate for me. I wasn't sticking around to see more. 

 I depart scat around the side of the building when I experience my opening into the club. With citizenry pouring out of the club to experience the fight, nobody would notice me skid in. 

 Changing direction, I pushed my way against the flow of traffic. I feel like a fish trying to swim upriver only to be buffeted by hundred of obstacles. At multiplication, it felt like the current was too strong and I was traveling in reversion. A few times, I was even thrust toward the combatants, toward the mayhem, but I persevered and finally hail onto the other side of crowd. 

 The entrance hall to the club was dark and cloaked in heavy drapes. If I keep walking, I would have entered the strobe alight music pounding arena where more than one person's innocence had been shatter. 

 This wasn't where they'd have gone. That much I was sure of. There had to be some room for business to take place. Even if it was just an function or a break room for the employees, all they'd need was someplace hushed and private. 

 I visit no doors, no indication whatsoever as to the direction they'd gone, so I run into the club proper. One of the men had said there be a room just inside the club. I was now, technically I guess, precisely inside the club, so where was this room? 

 With the dark, strobe light, and the general fix left by the patron when they'd rushed outside, it was hard to experience anything clearly, but nothing very screamed " door " to me. 

 At least five minutes had passed since I'd last seen Meredith and the men. Who knows what could have happened by now. The work force could have killed Meredith, she could have killed one of them, or even more improbable, everything could have gone off without a hitch and Meredith had leave via an alternate route. But if that was the case, where were the men? Wouldn't they be curious about what was happen outside? 

 None of this speculation, however, was going to do me any good unless I found that room fast. 

 I strode into the main character of the baseball club / dancing area, but the farther I went, the less I saw. There were no doors, merely tables, chairs, a littered dancing
 stgeets. People screamed ana scrambled awai drom tie chaoa.

That war enough for me. I wasn't sticnibg ariund to see more.

I starged runnijg aroune tht side of the building whcu I sza my ipening into tme club. Witv people pouritg obt of the club to see the fight, noboqy woulc jotice me slipking pn.

Shanfpnn direction, I pushed my way agaihst the flow of trafgic. I felt like a fish trylng ho swim upstream ojly to be borfeewd by hundreas of obstacles. At timgs, it felt like the current was goo scrong and I wqs htaveling in ceversv. A few times, I was eeen thrist toward the cokbarants, toward the mayhxm, but I persevered wnd finalny came onto the otyee sidg of wrowa.

Rhe enuraice hall ho vhe club waa dark and xloaked in heavy drspqw. If I kept wzlking, I would have entered the strobe lit musib pohnding arena where more than one person's innlcence haq been shattered.

This wasn't where they'd have gone. Dhat jjch I dqs sure of. There had to be some rooms for businqas tp take place. Eyen if it was just aj psfice or a brgak room fkr the employees, apl they'q neee was somtplacr quiet and private.

I saw no doors, no inbicqtion whatsoever ad to the dixectiom theu'd gone, so I went into che clhb proper. Oje of the oen had said thefe eav a room just inside the cjub. I was now, technizalli I guefs, just indide bve club, so where wws thns romm?

With the darkness, strobe lights, and the general mess kext ty the pctrons when they'd rtshed outside, nt was hcrd to see anythpng clearny, but nothyng really scsgamed "door" to me.

At lewst dive minuter had passed simce I'd last seen Meeedith and the men. Whu knows what couod yave happened bu nuw. Ehv mxn cotnd have killad Mdreaoth, sfe could haye yillrd one of them, or evan mkre unlikely, everyyhlng could have goge off withouy a hitch and Merefith iad leht via an alternate route. But if that wzs the cade, rhere were tre mcn? Wjuldn't thev be curious about what was happening ouvside?

None of this specolation, however, was gplng to do me any dood unlevs I found that room fast.

I strode intp the main part of ths club/gancijg area, but the farther I went, the less I saw. There were no doors, only tavles, ciayrs, a litteded cance
streets. People screamed and scrambled away from That enough for I wasn't sticking started around the side the building when saw my opening into the club. people pouring out of the club to see the fight, nobody would notice slipping in. Changing direction, I pushed my way against the flow of traffic. felt a trying swim upstream only to be buffeted by hundreds of obstacles. At times, it felt like the was too strong and I was traveling in A few times, I even thrust toward the combatants, the but I and came the other side crowd. The entrance hall to the club was dark and cloaked in heavy drapes. If I kept I would the strobe music arena more than one had been shattered. This wasn't where That much I was sure of. There had be some for business to take place. Even it was just an office or a break for the employees, all they'd need was someplace quiet and private. I saw no doors, whatsoever as to the they'd gone, so went the proper. of the had said there was a room just inside the club. I now, technically I guess, just inside the club, so where room? the darkness, strobe and the general mess by patrons when they'd rushed was to but really "door" to me. At five minutes had passed since last seen Meredith and could have happened by now. The men could killed Meredith, she could have killed one them, or even more unlikely, everything could have gone off without a and Meredith via an alternate route. But if that was case, where were the Wouldn't they be curious about what was happening outside? of speculation, however, going to do any good unless found that room strode into main of but the farther I went, the I There were no doors, only chairs, dance
 streets. People screamed and sCrambled awAy froM thE chAoS.

ThaT was Enough for me. I waSN't stIcking around to see more.

I StartEd RUnniNG aRound The side OF tHE BuiLdInG whEn i SaW my opEniNg into tHe club. With PeoPlE pouring out oF ThE club to see The Fight, nobody wOulD noticE mE slIPping In.

CHangiNg direCTion, I pUshed my waY aGAinst tHE flow of TRAfFic. I Felt like a fish tryiNG tO Swim upstream onLy to be BuFFeTED by HunDreds of obsTaCles. AT Times, it FElT LIKe tHE current was toO strong and I WAs tRaveliNg In rEVerse. A Few tiMeS, i waS even thrust TowaRd the combAtants, TOward thE Mayhem, bUt I perSevEreD and FInAlLy cAmE OntO ThE otHEr sIde of croWd.

thE entrAnce HALL To thE clUb waS dark And cloaked in hEavY draPEs. IF I kepT walkIng, I WoUld haVe enteRed thE sTrobe lit music poUndiNg arena whEre MoRe tHaN one pERson's iNnoCenCe had beEn shattERed.

thIS WAsN't where they'd have goNe. tHAt Much I was Sure of. tHeRe HAd to be soMe RooMs foR BUsineSs to TAkE place. EvEn if it WAs JuSt an offIcE or a brEaK roOm fOr the EMploYees, alL they'd neEd was SOmeplace quiet aND private.

I saw nO DoORS, nO IndiCatIon whatsoevEr as TO the DireCTiOn tHEy'd goNe, so I WeNT iNTo the club proper. One oF tHe men hAd saiD there was a rooM just insidE THE club. I waS now, TEcHNically I guess, jUst inSide the cluB, So where wAs thiS room?

WitH the darknESS, strobe lIghTs, aNd tHe gENErAl mess left by tHE PatrOnS when thEy'd Rushed oUtsIde, It wAs hArD to see anyThing cleArLy, BuT nOthIng reALly screaMeD "doOr" To mE.

At leASt five MinutEs haD pAsSEd sInce I'd lASt SEEn MeReDiTh anD thE mEn. Who KnowS WhaT could hAve happenEd bY Now. THe MeN could hAve killed MereDiTh, she could HaVe kIlled oNE Of them, or Even more unlikely, everythINg could HavE gone Off wIthout a hiTch And MerEdiTH had leFt via aN alteRnAte ROUte. BuT IF tHat WaS the case, whERE weRe the MeN? WouLdn't theY be curious about whaT Was Happening outsIde?

none OF ThIs sPEcULatIoN, HowEVEr, was going to do mE any good unLeSS I Found that rOOm fAsT.

I strodE into thE main PArt of thE club/dancIng area, buT tHe faRTHer i went, the leSs I saw. ThEre were no DOors, oNLy TableS, chAirs, a lItTerEd danCe
 streets. People screamedand scramb led a way  fr om  the  cha os.

That wase noug h for me. I wasn't sti cking  a r ound to  seemore.
I  s t a rte dru nni ng ar oundthe  side o f the buil din gwhen I saw m y  o pening int o t he club. Wit h p eoplepo uri n g out  of  theclub t o  see t he fight,  n o body w o uld not i c eme s lipping in.

Chan g in g  direction, Ipushed  m y  w a y  ag ain st the flo wof tr a ffic. I fe l t lik e  a fish tryin g to swim u p str eam on ly  to be buf feted  b y  hu ndreds of o bsta cles. Attimes, it felt like th e curr ent  wa s to o  s tr ong  a n d I wa s t r ave ling inre ve rse.A fe w t i mes,  Iwaseventhrust toward  th e co m bat ants,  towa rd t he  mayh em, bu t I p er severed and fin ally  came ont o t he  ot he r sid e  of cr owd .
The ent rance h a llto t h eclub was dark andcl o a ke d in hea vy dra p es .I f I kept  w alk ing, I  woul d ha v eenteredthe st r ob elit mus ic  pound in g a ren a whe r e mo re tha n one pe rson' s  innocence had been shattere d .T hi s  was n't  where they 'd h a ve g one. Th atm uch I  wassu r eo f. There had to beso me roo ms fo r business to  take plac e . Even ifit w a sj ust an officeor abreak room for theemplo yees, al l they'dn e ed was s ome pla cequi e t  a nd private.
I sawno  doors,  no  indica tio n w hat soe ve r as to t he direc ti on  t he y'd  gone ,  so I we nt  in to  th e clu b  prope r. On e of  t he men  had sa i dt h erewa sa ro omju st in side the  club.I was now , t e chni ca ll y I gue ss, just insi de  the club,  s o w here w a s  this ro om?

With the darkness, strobelig hts,andthe gener almess l eft by the  patro ns wh en  th e y 'd ru s h ed  ou ts ide, it wa s har d tose e an ythingclearly, but nothi n g r eally screame d " door " to  me . 
A t l ea s t f i v e minutes had p assed sinc eI 'd  last seen Mer ed ith and  the me n. Wh o  knowswhat coul d have ha pp ened b y n ow. The me n couldhave kill e d Mer e di th, s hecouldha vekille d oneo f t hem,or eve nmore u nlike ly , everyt hing could have gone of f with out a  hi tch and M ere d ith  had left  via  an altern ate  ro ute.But if th at w a sthe case,  whe r e were th e  m en? W ou ldn't theyb e cur iousabo u t what  was  happening outsid e ?

None of thi s sp e c ula tio n , ho we ver, was going  to  d o me any g oo d unless Ifound th at roomfast.
I str ode int o th e  mainpart  of  the club /da nc i ng area ,bu t  the f arth er  I wen t, the less I  saw. There were  no d o o rs, o n lytable s,  chairs ,  a l ittered da nce
 streets._People screamed_and scrambled away from_the chaos.

That_was_enough for_me._I wasn't sticking_around to see_more.

I started running around_the side of_the_building when I saw my opening into the club. With people pouring out of_the_club to_see_the_fight, nobody would notice me_slipping in.

Changing direction, I pushed_my way_against the flow of traffic. I felt like_a_fish trying to_swim upstream only to be buffeted by hundreds of_obstacles. At times, it felt like_the current was_too_strong_and I was traveling_in reverse. A few times, I_was even thrust toward the combatants,_toward the mayhem, but I persevered and_finally came onto the other side_of crowd.

The entrance hall to_the club_was dark and cloaked in_heavy drapes. If_I kept_walking, I would_have entered the strobe lit music_pounding arena where_more than one person's innocence had_been_shattered.

This wasn't where_they'd_have_gone. That_much I was_sure_of. There_had_to be some rooms for business_to_take place. Even if it was just_an office or a_break_room for the employees,_all they'd need was someplace_quiet and private.

I saw no doors,_no indication_whatsoever as_to the direction they'd gone, so I went into the club_proper. One of the men had_said there was a_room just_inside_the club. I_was_now, technically_I guess, just inside the club, so_where was_this room?

With the darkness, strobe lights,_and the general mess_left_by the patrons when they'd rushed_outside, it was hard to see_anything clearly, but nothing really_screamed_"door"_to me.

At least five minutes_had passed since I'd last seen_Meredith and the_men. Who knows what could have happened_by_now. The men could have killed_Meredith,_she could have killed one of_them,_or_even more unlikely, everything could_have gone off without a hitch_and Meredith had left via an alternate route. But_if that was_the case, where were the_men?_Wouldn't_they be curious about what was happening outside?

None of this_speculation, however,_was going to_do me any good unless I found that room fast.

I_strode into the main part of the_club/dancing area, but the farther I went, the less I saw._There were no doors, only tables, chairs, a_littered dance