I was in the underground city, in downtown Montreal and it became apparent that at least one of the office towers connected to the underground was on fire. The fire spread quickly and, one by one, the exits (many of which go through the ground floor of the towers) were being closed. I and a handful of people were heading west, building by building, trying to get out.
We finally ended up in a weird, open-concept 1980's building where we could go above ground and even onto the roof. There were authorities in the building who were trying to contain and control us, telling us we should stay put and everything would be all right. By this point many buildings were on fire, September 11 style, billowing smoke up into the sky.
I joined a group of younger people and went up on the roof. From the roof we took a staircase to the sidewalk and then each of us started to run in a different direction.
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