" A deep, booming chime echoed through the square. It throbbed in the stones under my feet. Children cried, covering their ears. And I started screaming as I ran.

‘Marcel!’ I screamed, knowing it was useless. The crowd was too loud, and my voice was breathless with exertion. All the same and all, I couldn't stop screaming.

The clock tolled again. I ran past a nude young girl child in her mother's arms as her hair was almost white in the dazzling sunlight.

A circle of tall men, all wearing red blazers, called out warnings as I barreled through them. The clock tolled again and again.

On the other side of the men in blazers, there was a break in the throng, space between the sightseers who milled aimlessly around me.

My eyes peered over the vast dark narrow passage to the right of the wide square edifice under the tower.

I couldn't see the street level there were still too many kids and teens in the way. "

― , Nevaeh Going in and Out