I cringed. The apartment smelled like a fish that had been killed, put in the sun for a week, and then put in a garbage with dirty socks for seven years.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating.

Suddenly, the jingle of a belt. I pushed a cupboard in front of the door. I stepped up the stairs, being watchful as I took each step.

"To hell with it."

I ran up the stairs.

"Suspect on third floor."

I started to see something; gas. No, I didn't. Stop looking at me funny.

Tear gas.

I covered my nose and mouth with my jacket.

Fourth floor = worst floor.

I was starting to feel light-headed and queasy.

I wanted to give up, but then:

"Lara…keep going…You can do it."

I didn't give up when the Temple of Horus collapsed, why should I give up now?

I shouldn't have even thought about it. Further along the floor, broken floorboards. Oh, I forgot about the rock that was about to fall on them. I thought I was going to be lucky now that I wasn't in the streets. But, of course the rock fell.

"bénédiction!"

I dived over the floorboards.

I licked my finger and put it to my shoulder.

"Tss…"

Finally, done. I grabbed the key and went out the exit.