Seven out of twenty-one knocked down. Now only fourteen left to go. I didn't know that I was next in line. But it is not as if I've had much time. Jetlag all around me voices calling.
There was just one. At the top of a pile of one million. And she hasn't got a clue that she's become. A good samaritan. I missed her name. Before I blinked from the scene she'd run away.