Another slow scan of the building so far as he can see it, hearing the wail of the fire engines outside, and although it was a long time ago, he remembers another 'accident' quite vividly as he drifts through the wall/floor to the lower level, shifting phase to invisible as firemen rush in. He slips out through a broken window, becoming visible again and landing, turning to survey the building from outside.

All the possessions, family heirlooms, pictures, books, furniture, some lifetimes of effort and work up in smoke and slag. Meaningless in comparison to the mother's relief for her children, of course, but...

He thinks of Shana, and hates that he still wonders if she died instantly, or if she knew what was happening the moment before the blast.

Then he looks around for Houston, shaking off the cobwebs of memory. Needing a distraction.