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Stepping up, a heavy set woman with short dark hair, round wrinkled face, late 40's or 50's, grabs the child by the uppper arm, lifts her past the last step. A young woman in front, slightly to the left, about 8 to 10 feet away, stares at the child, concealing an expression of surprise on her face, she is in her late teens or early twenties. There is another woman to the left, white blonde hair, round face, hazel eyes, late 20's early 30's, semi smiling, watching. All the women have on white dress's like those worn by nurses (red cross). The older woman is very gruff. The child questions, "Auntie Sharina?" looking at the blonde. The older woman mimics her sarcastically, the blondes smile disappears.

They come up out of an area like a cellar or basement and are now rushing through a crowd of people toward a street corner, then quickly across the street. While crossing the street the strap to the childs shoe breaks causing the shoe to fall off. The child stops to pick up the pieces, then removes the other shoe, carrying both shoes, she runs across the street in her stocking feet. People rush past to catch a bus, but she is left to sit on the curb at the corner. The high metal street lamp overhead sways slightly as the earth shudders from a thundering sound. The air is somewhat smoky and hard to breath. There are only a couple of people present now, another bus comes, it stops. It is very old looking, round top, small, one man pushes the child aside, gets on and sits behind the driver. The child get onto the bus, sits a couple of seats to the back, noticing that the inside top of the bus has a material that looks soft, fuzzy and grey.

Behind the last seat (a jumper seat) lay a woman with long brown hair, her clothes so tattered as to render her looking bare. Her eyes are large like someone very afraid and her skin is a very pale white, almost ashen. The child sits, playing with the small wood like heal of her shoe. The man sitting behind the driver asks the driver why he has picked up the child, he is very agitated-crazy like, his face has dark sunken features and the area around his eyes almost look hollow, he appears to be in his 30's.

The driver of the bus is an older black man approximately in his 60's, says, "don't worry about it." The child says nothing.

The bus stops at a place with a high fence, lots of people behind the fence, somthing like a compound. The man sitting behind the driver crowds himself close to the side of the bus and crouches down as if hiding.

The driver lift the child out fo the seat, hand the child out of the bus to a man in a white jacket. The child walks around stocking footed in the dirt outside a building where there are alot of young women. Loud noise's like thunder permiate the air surrounding everything, people scream and run. She can hear a whistling then she falls to the ground, not moving, her breath coming rapidly, as she begins throwing up a clear liquid. There are clumps like dark orange red jello on her right arm. A young woman begins shrieking, "the child is dying, come fast, the child is dying." The childs breathing becomes more rapid, her thoughts confused, she is between four and five years in age, and has no idea of that which goes on before or after her. A young man in a kaki colored uniform races toward the child as bits of metal shatter the air, quickly scooping the child in his arms diving behind sand filled bags and into a trench. The stars and stripes fall with the union jack to the ground as the make shift pole shatters. Another casualty of mans lust for power.