"Looking at Paris in this light makes me wish for the safe times of our youth."
"But when was the last time you had this much fun?" came a smoke filled voice from behind her.
Jill glared at her brother's ash covered face. How could he consider this fun. She had just survived from being crushed with the burning beams of the Eiffel Tower. The hairs on her neck had been singed by the heat coming from the molten metal.
Reaching back she rubbed her neck to ascertain the damage. Her cooler hand touching her neck provided some relief to the pain that she was feeling. She looked around the dry dusty water for some sign of water that she could use. Resigned to her situation she gave up the look.
She looked back out the opening in the wall, just in time to see the unworldly projectile flying towards them. There was no time to escape, the world was doomed.