The treatment-room door opened into a corridor that could not fit inside Hesh.
Jori Neh saw twelve meters of green floor, six closed doors, and one overturned medicine cart.
The broad plate held the corridor upright on the lower landing.
A woman stood behind the cart with a bone saw in one hand. Ten people waited behind her. Two wore patient gowns. One held a ceiling brace against a door marked surgery.
"Hesh Roof," Jori said. "Current contact through a carried room. State your site."
The woman kept the saw raised.
"Basalt Mile Central Treatment. South corridor."
No Basalt Mile appeared on Hesh's route board.
"Your name?"
"Sani Koro, surgical porter. Tell me who moved the city."
Jori gave her no answer he could not verify.
"We found your corridor inside a metal plate below our occupied roof. Ten standing behind you, plus yourself. Is anyone beyond the six doors?"
"Thirty-two when the floor lifted. We lost three rooms."
The broad plate moved under her.
