The doctor looks in every direction; the picture seems to get worse the further he looks.
It had been silent, until now. Then noise starts, first in the distance, then closer. The noise gains in intensity within seconds. It is recognisable, but confused. It is the sound of fear, grief, panic and the urgent cry for help.
The Doctor answers the first cry for help. It is the woman standing next to him, pleading with the crowd, the survivors, for someone to help her.
He takes her in his arms and slowly calms her.
Woman: "What happened? We were just talking, and then he collapsed."
Doctor: "I don’t know."
Woman: "Can you help him?"
The Doctor looks at her; she instantly recognises that he can’t. She bends down to hold the man on the ground. She is inconsolable.
The Doctor notices that the man is holding a newspaper. This man was also reading the horoscopes; the paper is open at that page, folded so that the horoscope was clearly the item being read.
The Doctor looks at the broader scene again; all the bodies are holding the same newspaper, folded to the same page. He picks up one and walks away, but not really away. There is no where to escape what has just happened.
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