Clambering up the stairs, Emma reached the top, and renched a tiny door open. Breathing in the stale-yet good enough-air, she took in her surroundings. Dark polluted sky, (normal) gray rocky room (normal if you climb onto rooftops.) and a boy making pie. Nothing new. Tottally nothin-Emma did a double take. So there Was another human here! "Hello," Emma said nervously, coming up behind him.