The screams penetrate the walls.
Louder than the sounds of ruin.
I hear a scratching at the door.
“Help me please, Robert Rex!” cries a familiar voice.
That's little Christopher Rex.
In a flash I tear the door open and snatch the child up.
Safely returned to the shelter,
The image of chaos burns in my eyes.
“Rexina, I can't let them all die!”
“But you said that you'd never let go!”
“I'll come back, I promise you that,
But we can fit a few more, I need to take this chance.”
“Just give me this one last embrace.”
“It's not the end, I'm coming back.”
But Robert never did come back.