FINAL MOMENTS

Robin stepped out into the dim alleyway and had started towards the others when the lights went out. The darkness came with such suddenness that his vision was filled with sparks exploding before his eyes. From somewhere ahead of him he heard the sound of dozens of people fly into panic and could feel with a sinking dread the rush of air as they headed for him.

He tried to find his way back into the safety of the men's room, but was unable to get his bearings in the darkness. His heart was pounding and panic was setting in. He opened his mouth to scream, but the air was knocked from him as the mob of writhing, screaming bodies slammed into him.

He was pushed along with the panicked mass, his ears ringing from the screaming and insane bellowing. Despite the panic going on around him, Robin's senses were keenly aware of several things: the hot breath of a man next to him, the stink from sweating bodies mixing with the smell of freshly baked bread and the hint of perfume from one of the stewardesses nearby. He tried to raise his hand to wipe the tears from his face but the constant slamming and pushing going on all around him made it impossible.

He thought of his family. His parents would never know what had happened to him. He hoped they were out of the way when the lights failed. His sister, Susan, he hoped she too were alright.

He tried to push his way clear, but the crowd was too strong. He realized at that point that he would never see his family again. He was going to die.

Robin opened his mouth to scream when suddenly the floor beneath him disappeared. He found himself tumbling down along with the others toward certain doom.

He hit the water with a sudden splash, crying out as his left arm caught on some unknown piece of metal, tearing the flesh. Before he could think he was hit by several falling bodies and shoved under. He felt the swirling water pulling him downward, deeper into the wreckage.

His final thought was of his family.