Knowing

Outside, the world is screaming. An illness has taken her, a plague. There is smoke in her hallways and wreckage on the boulevards. The sound is contagious, growing, overwhelming. The more men breathe the sickness, the more death feels alive.

But New York, New York is quiet. A din pervades - traffic, babies, heels, expletives, cheers. Over and over it plays, like she is humming a familiar song. Headphones in, strutting forward, hoping to escape the growing sound of unrest.

Knowing she will not.