Alice folded the thick paper in half and put it inside her pocket then forced the doors apart to step back into the cold. She walked to the rear where the luggage compartment sat over the low battery tray and twisted its T-shaped silver handle. The door dropped with a bang that echoed across the entrance bay, and she swung around, knife in hand, but nothing moved. Her heart thudded, breath was coarse and loud. She had to get out of here, had delayed enough. The luggage compartment held a disorganized pile of wheelchairs and walking frames. The sight sent a chill through her body, made her toes curl, and she hugged herself. Something terrible was happening here. She sheathed her knife and ran to Xavi, feet light through the snow.