The rain suddenly pours on the streets of Paris. She runs to take a shed holding close to the patisseries she bought.
But what worries her is she is now lost. She can't recognize the street anymore, and she can't read French words. She was trying to find the bus stop where she got off earlier, and she couldn't ask anyone afraid of, they would only talk French or other languages she wouldn't understand.
She was standing outside of a closed store and sighed helplessly. She doesn't have a mobile phone to make a call to her uncle or could use the payphone, because she doesn't know the telephone number of their apartment.
"Hey, what you have there?"
She stares at the boy who speaks to her, but she doesn't understand a thing. He attempts to grab the bag she's holding, but Cassie takes a couple of steps backward, pressing her body to the store's glass window.
"Oi, look what we have here," another boy joins them.
