Erin stood in the crowd that ringed the barriers, and hoped her record function was getting all of this.  The crowd was full of Citizens and Daytrippers.  In a disaster, class was irrelevant.  She was a reporter, and this was her moment.  The fire and smoke had cleared away, leaving half the building ruined and sooty.  The glass had vanished rather than shattered.  The top few floors were gone as well, as though they were never there.  In their place, there was a tear in the sky, pulsating violet and black.  It was like staring into the face of God.