Change is something I have never been afraid of, rather embracing and loving it. This change however was a little weird and somewhat freaking all of us out. Maybe it was the curiosity of the unknown and then endless possibilities that existed. Would we ever know the reason behind that knock? The cause of such an abrupt atmosphere change? Would the Knocker return and was he… or shall we say ‘it’, the good or bad guy?
There was no way any one of us was going anywhere other than right where we were. The girls checked inside windows, doors, security gates while the guys checked outside for anything, or anyone, suspicious. We were to rendezvous in 10 minutes in the main lounge. Ok, we were just meeting there but rendezvous just seems so fitting to the situation that I thought I would put it to use.
We agreed to stay in groups of two on the inside and groups of three on the outside, just for safety since we still had no clue whatsoever about what was happening.
10 minutes passed in a flash and we were all back, hang on, head count *1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10*… all but two were back. This just got even more real. Panic stricken faces surrounded me and this time there was no giggling but rather mild panic at every angle. No matter where I looked for some sort of comfort or reassurance, there instead I found another familiar face – familiar in the sense of I knew this person yet so unfamiliar in the panic and fear that was so evident on each face that looked back at me.