Confused, I wandered for a while, the book an unwelcome weight in my hand until I ended up where everyone does when lost in their thoughts in the bay. Here, outside the theatre.

I stopped and breathed, wondering what had just happened, between me and that old man. My thoughts were interrupted however, by the voice of a young girl.

"What do those big letters say?"
 

She was laying on the ground in a white dress, which must've been uncomfortable given the concrete tiles. She can't have been any older than five, and stared up at me with a look I'd never seen before.