A faint, uneasy breeze of wind offers relief today. Sweltering heat was pouring from the sky for the entire week, making townspeople stay in the shade of their homes or seeking refuge in pools. Trough the completely cloudless, stark blue sky the breeze carries sounds of corny circus organs and noise of beating hammers.<br/><br/>Each of you might be passing time in a different way and have different plans. You might be hanging out together or not. Still, it just happens that you will all be able to hear a cry of panic breaking the lazy summer ambience.<br/><br/>"Oh my God, no! Help me somebody!"<br/><br/>It's a scream of utmost panic, at the top of a man's lungs, strangled by pain, desperation and outrage. The scream is running down the Sparrow street, a nice and boring street of white-picket fences and well cared for willow trees.