"I'm a jet setter or trend setter or whatever the hell it is. Surprise." She was half hoping to just find a gun along the sidewalk. Empty holsters felt weird. But any abandoned gun would be out of ammo, and she'd lost hers in the chaos.

Where to go was a very, very good question. The taxis had stopped running days ago. Besides, where was there to go? Her place, Kate's place, her parents' place. Benny stayed with them when he was in the city, and she wasn't taking Harvey Dent to anyone she knew. Anyone who knew what he'd put her through, anyway. Or what this world's Dent put her through...whatever.

"I have an apartment," she finally said. "Ten blocks east." Just out of range of this particular fire zone.