Thread:GalaxE/@comment-43596175-20191231205150/@comment-36159587-20200222044134

Galaxian went to the incinerators, taking the fastest turns, thus maybe arriving a bit ahead of her, perhaps by a few seconds or so.

The incinerator was churning, he felt as he put a hand onto it. With narrowed eyes, he set a hand on the handle, then stopped, as if fearing the danger. But with a burst of resolution, he flipped it open.

The scent of something charred and burnt filled the air.