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Isaac’s world had shrunk in the days after the bombings, down to their tiny group and the open road. All he let himself hope for. Now the numbers he saw before him exceeded every expectation he had had. How many more times would their luck hold? The Hospital must have had backup generators, something which made the space so impossibly bright, had him squinting against the clinical fluorescents. The sound however was the most difficult to adjust back to, to the sound of voices and movement from more people than he could count. It overrode his utter hatred of Hospitals as he tried to ground himself.
Somehow he had drifted away from Gwen, from Lori and the others and was quietly trying to gather some semblance of control, trying to stitch up the gaping part of him that had realised he could not see Logan anywhere. He stretched up onto his toes, scanning the people milling about and overbalancing in his eagerness to check again, his slight stumble had the sole of his boots drag across the speckled linoleum, producing that awful squeaking sound that made him flinch. All around him people were tearful, joyous. Reunions of all kinds were occurring within touching distance and Isaac was utterly numb.
