The cold winter wind snaked its way under your jacket, making you shiver. You sat on a park bench, mesmerized by the swirling dance of snowflakes in the warm glow of the streetlights. Evening shadows had already cloaked the city in darkness.

"She's late," the thought flitted through your mind as you silently watched the snowfall. Suddenly, the piercing wail of a siren echoed in your head, and a crowd of people materialized behind the park's chain-link fence. Their eyes burned in the darkness, hands reaching towards you through the gaps, causing your heart to clench with anxiety.

At that moment, your friend Jill, who, like you, had survived that horrific day, approached, and the vision instantly dissipated.

— Sorry I'm late, - she smiled warmly, — but as an apology, I brought us some coffee.