I remember running North through Toronto. I was trying to get as far North as I could, but I stopped along the way to meet a friend who worked at this ugly bar. It was a cinderblock building only a story tall, and the bar sunk into the basement. I seemed to know the bartender, but I couldn’t recognize who she was. I told her we had to get out of the city, but as I was doing so the dark grey sky lit up like it were the sun. We could see an explosion over top of the high rises in Downtown Toronto. Shortly after we felt three other similar explosions and the sky blinded us. The sound and shockwave came shortly afterwards. The cinderblock house protected us, and when the shockwave was over we watched the city as it was illuminated. It was extremely warm, as though the flames were radiating off the clouds. We weren’t scared at all, but instead just watched as the mushroom cloud got taller.