East London, August 27, 1983

*Click* *Click* *Click*

The sound of footsteps echoes in the busy yet unusually quiet alley. Multiple eyes move to the person walking. As quick as their eyes moved up to the sound of footsteps they dropped even quicker to the floor. The mysterious person continues to walk, as if oblivious to the tense atmosphere created by his arrival. His steps now echo even louder with the sudden drop in sound, rhythmically *Click* *Click* *Click*. The person keeps walking, all the way till he can be seen no longer. Only when the person is gone does the tense atmosphere break. People take a breath of relief only to see the world spinning, no, not the world, their head. *Thunk* The sound of 34 heads falling simultaneously echos through the now eerily quiet alley.