Ryland moved to open the apartment door but became motionless when he saw what Danes saw.
The outside was black. Pure, unshaded black. Even through the diaphanous reflection of the room in the windowpane it was easy to see the solid, unsullied blackness that pressed in on the window. No city light. No break from the relentless blackness that seemed to crush itself against the building.
Even past the reflected horrified faces, wide eyed and glistening with sweat, it was easy to see the utter absence of light that forbade even the night and threatened to engulf and destroy them.