You were lost in thought while at the airport. There were people's voices all around, the sounds of suitcases noisily passing nearby, a bunch of annoying noises. Most of all, you wanted to get on a plane and fall asleep, and wake up in your hometown. You walk past a bookstore to take your mind off the hustle and bustle of complete strangers, you went in there, and as you walked through the rows of paper publications, you relaxed a little. You take one book to read its description, when suddenly, you hear... Shots fired? The shots were followed by the heart-rending screams of people on the floor below. You were standing with a book in your hands, fear gripped your body. But then, when you heard the shots already on your floor, you came to your senses and hid between the massive shelves, hoping that no one would find you here. You were trembling, now you didn't want to sleep on the plane, but just stay alive. The shots began to recede, it was not at all clear, the screams continued, they echoed through the airport. "You're hiding, aren't you?" They put a gun to your helmet.