Now facing a sudden major incident, the person chosen to bear the responsibility of entrusting the children was the nun, who had a strong affinity for the children and a high degree of responsibility for the matter at hand.
"When can we go out, Sister?"
Her sleeve was gently tugged, the little girl held back her fear, trying not to let the tears fall. Her eyes, shining brightly, implored her with desperation.
The children's innate dread of the unnatural vibrations grew stronger; the claustrophobic atmosphere only intensified their fear. The first to no longer bear the pressure, which even adults would find difficult, was Chloe.
Little faces gathered around, hoping for a comforting answer to the question that flickered in everybody's young eyes. The children were all waiting for the nun to give them the answer that would set them free from their fear.
"Soon, that's what my mom and dad have told me. It'll be over soon, and the grown-ups will have surprises prepared for us."
