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could see that a girl sitting nearby was staring at him. She was rocking on a blue plastic chair and watching him intently. It made him feel uncomfortable. Much as he wanted someone to break the silence and talk to him, deep down he didn’t really want to say anything. He had a million questions to ask, but he didn’t know where to start and it seemed that the most sensible option was to stay silent.
    The girl got up out of her chair and tentatively walked towards him. She stood there for a moment, about a metre and a half away, before taking a final step closer and clearing her throat.
    ‘I’m Emma,’ she said quietly, ‘Emma Mitchell.’
    He looked up, managed half a smile, and then looked down again.
    ‘Is there anything I can do?’ she asked. ‘Do you want any help?’
    Michael shook his head and stared into the soup he was stirring. He watched the chunks of vegetable spinning around and wished that she’d go away. He didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want to start a conversation because a conversation would inevitably lead to talking about what had happened to the rest of the world outside and at that moment in time that was the last thing he wanted to think about. Problem was, it was all that he could think about.
    ‘Shall I try and find some mugs?’ Emma mumbled. She was damn sure that he was going to talk. He was the only person in the room who had done anything all morning and her logic and reason dictated that he was the person it would be most worth starting a conversation with. Emma found the silence and the lack of communication stifling, so much so that a short while ago she’d almost got up and left the hall.
    Sensing that she wasn’t going to go away, Michael looked up again.
    ‘I found some mugs in the stores,’ he muttered. ‘Thanks anyway.’
    ‘No problem,’ she replied.
    After another few seconds of silence, Michael spoke again.
    ‘I’m Michael,’ he said. ‘Look, I’m sorry but...’
    He stopped speaking because he didn’t really know what it was he trying to say. Emma understood, nodded dejectedly and was about to turn and walk away. The thought of the stunted conversation ending before it had really started was enough to force Michael to make an effort. He began trying to think of things to say that would keep her at the table with him. It was involuntary at first, but within seconds he’d realised that he really didn’t want her to go.
    ‘I’m sorry,’ he said again. ‘It’s just with everything that’s... I mean I don’t know why I...’
    ‘I hate soup,’ Emma grunted, deliberately interrupting and steering the conversation into safer, neutral waters. ‘Especially vegetable. Christ, I can’t stand bloody vegetable soup.’
    ‘Nor me,’ Michael admitted. ‘Hope someone likes it though. There’s four tins of it in there.’
    As quickly as it had began the brief dialogue ended. There just wasn’t anything to say. Small talk seemed unnecessary and inappropriate. Neither of them wanted to talk about what had happened but both knew that they couldn’t avoid it. Emma took a deep breath and tried again.
    ‘Were you far from here when it...’
    Michael shook his head.
    ‘A couple of miles. I spent most of yesterday wandering around. I’ve been all over town but my house is only twenty minutes walk away.’ He stirred the soup again and then felt obliged to ask her the same question back.
    ‘My place is just the other side of the park.’ She replied. ‘I spent yesterday in bed.’
    ‘In bed?’
    She nodded and leant against the nearest wall.
    ‘Didn’t seem to be much else to do. I just put my head under the covers and pretended that nothing had happened. Until I heard the music, that was.’
    ‘Bloody masterstroke playing that music.’
    Michael ladled a generous serving of beans into a dish and handed it to Emma. She picked up a plastic spoon from the table and poked at the hot food for a couple of seconds before tentatively tasting a mouthful. She