Emily listened in the darkness.

Sound of her ringtone. Maybe wriggling would free her butt, and then she could reach it.

Sound of choking dust and rubble rattling.

Sound of voices and machinery, far above. Salvation so near and yet so far.

Sound of little sister's gasps becoming shallower until silenced.

Sound of groaning steel, as a thousand tons of twisted wreckage pressed the ceiling down to meet the floor below.

Sound of unanswered prayers.

Sound of internal organs bursting as her body spread like paté in a concrete sandwich.

Sound of her own skull cracking and disembodied screams.