It was almost startling, the bell’s ringing — abruptly cut off by the door slamming shut. Following suite were quiet pants from the culprit, a man who was familiar; though, you couldn’t tell why.

He was pressed against the door as if he were hiding, groups of shouting people running past the windows spelling out the scene to you.

Once the crowd was clear, the man pushed himself up from the door. His panting slowly melts into breaths of relief before he breaks out into a fit of coughing.