“Please… if you’re getting this message, send help. There are four of us down here. God, I can only hope this reaches someone. I can’t see – too much smoke. Basement of the-” he broke off to give a hacking cough, gasping a moment before returning. “The… Hyatt… Minato-ku… Bomb squad, fire-”

There was a pause and a shuffle, phone against fabric. A child crying in the background. “God, no, stay still, don’t- things are shifting… Stay together. That’s it, low to the ground… yes, I know it’s wet. Hush, hush, it’s all right, they’re coming for us…” 

Static.

“Eastern side. We’re running out of air and the room is flooding. Please hurry.”

Click.