Darkness enveloped the bridge, the background hum of cooling systems now absent. The landing pad projected from the top of the main superstructure, its open landscape offering a view of the suspension cables. Torches bobbed along their upper reaches, former occupants looking for a way out. The East River ran below her, its scarred surface littered with more lights as Eskimos scattered to the safety of the shore. Ice fell from the Bridge, a constant shower that crackled as it dropped.