I'd like to go home now.

I don't know what happened. I don't know why. All this death...who would do this? Who would do anything like this? I...my mother...do you have to take her away so soon? I'm sorry. I just...I apologize. I need a moment.

I don't have anything to tell you. I was standing there with my mother, and I remember looking over and smiling--and then she wasn't there anymore. There was this warmth that hit me, and I didn't even realize until later it was blood. But she had fallen, and...it was like it wasn't her. Like she'd been replaced with a mannequin or somesuch--she doesn't look like that. She...she was already dead. I fell. People were running all around me and someone stepped on my hand. Then...I'm afraid I don't have much of a reliable account. Someone eventually helped me towards the fountain. May I depart now? I need to contact my family. I wish to go home.