Looking south, they could see the tall, thin spires of the downtown Core. At least three of the buildings were on fire, and uncontrolled. From their position he could also see the gleaming upper half of the Truman Tower. There were no signs of insect spirits, or any other life, but most of the building's windows were broken or cracked. A small trail of smoke drifted up from the roof. A rogue fire, he wondered, or someone's plea for help?