The EMTs indicated that they were ready to head out. Priya refused to go with them. She wanted to stay with me.She strongly gave more information to...Officer Delgado who indicated they would be searching the canyon for any more survivors as soon as the rain subsided. It was just too dangerous with the continuing rain. But she grimly relayed that it would be a miracle of anyone else survived it.She asked if we needed a ride, but I politely declined. She assured Priya she would follow up with. The street was like many in London, segregated so that women would not have to share the same pavement with unaccompanied men. On Oxford Street or Regent Street, a woman could walk freely, knowing that the only men she would encounter would be under some woman’s control. Here, though, in Gerard Street, as so many in the capital, one side of the road was given over so that unaccompanied males could still move around. As she stepped confidently along the road, she suddenly understood some of what. I peeped and saw dad was pressing mom’s breast and she was murmuring not audible. That surprised me like any thing. Cuz I never have seen this type of scene before. It was much excited and nervousness for me at a time. Felt guilty and bad same time. Felt very bad about dad and mom as I felt it bad thing. In spite wanted to go back to bed and not to see more this scene I could not do so. I was watching the whole thing for abt a half hour until they came to climax. After that mom came back to our. .” The smaller man said in a higher voice, sounding unsure. The other man grunted in response.“What’re ya doin’ out here, girl?” He questioned her, squatting down beside her.“Protecting... Brahmin...” Laura answered weakly. She couldn’t think of any reason to lie.“Oh, Jesus.” The smaller man turned and threw his hand to his forehead. “She’s not the goddamned law, you shot some fucking farm girl!” The larger man sighed, and walked out of Laura’s line of sight. The two men argued for a short.