A wave of people swept up the steps that led to the building’s front entrance, carrying Pita with it. The wave broke against the front doors, pushing Pita face-first into the hard, unforgiving glass. The woman who had been addressing the crowd from the step had disappeared in the rash forward, but a burly troll had grabbed her megaphone. "Open the doors!" he shouted through it. Hands poured on the locked doors. "Let us in!" Inside the building, the Metroplex Hall security guards backed away from the door and looked at each other with uncertain glances.