found drama

A terrorist (think Irish Republican Army and not Al-Qaeda) has holed up in the hospital.  The weapon he uses is some kind of sub-space brane that seems to fold matter into itself.  As a hostage, I witness him calling on the brane — which looks like a misty pink cloud — to unfurl itself from sub-space and dissolve other hostages.  The hospital administration refuses his demands and the pink cloud seeps out of flat surfaces.  But something goes wrong and the pink cloud dissolves all of the hostages except one (me) and the man takes me by the arm and furtively guides me through the halls, out into the parking lot.

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