The girl asks me for tea. I do not recognise her face. She chatters and sings away. “I’m a little teapot, short and stout. “ Her giggles bounce off me like echoes in an empty room.

*We are hiding in separate bathroom stalls, listening to gunshots that reverberate through the hallway. The guy in the other stall gasps for breath, frantically searching for his inhaler. The bathroom door slams open…

I am sitting at a table...