Burbank Middle School, at the main entrance.
The LAPD's cordon had been lifted since dawn, and Los Angeles citizens had been coming to lay flowers and mourn the victims.
A very ordinary Volkswagen stopped at the curb, with Martin holding a bouquet of flowers as he got out of the car, walking to the school entrance with a somber expression. He took off the sunglasses he was wearing and placed the flowers in the memorial area.
Like the others who came to lay flowers, he observed a moment of silence toward the direction of the school.
The many people around frequently glanced his way, and quite a few recognized Martin.
An elderly woman with white hair opened her arms and walked toward Martin, and they embraced gently.
"Child, do not be too saddened, you have done very well," the old woman consoled Martin. "May God bless every one of us."
Martin stepped away from the old woman, his expression solemn, eyes red, seeming still immersed in grief.
