nothing

painful. She could see his legs bleeding from a dozen cuts where blades had nicked him. Nevertheless, he was an Angel. He was still coming.
Morgan interrupted her observations. "Fly, CJ, fly."
She turned again and ran, ran for her life, ran for all the lives of all the people of Earth.
She reached the innermost ring corridor. A blank wall faced her. She gulped in air and said, "There's nothing here. Nothing." She looked to the left: it was just a hall. She looked to the right: a slidechute sank away into the floor. This chute was narrower than the corridors and the main chute–the academics back on Earth thought of them as being Shiva's equivalent of maintenance alleys. CJ pointed at the