Blast, Crying, Phone Calls, and Memories

One of the Kevins was shocked, stoned, while walking through the entrance of the building where his office was located in, seeing the screen on the wall showing the streets of London.

Title: London Blast, 9 dead, many more injoured, 1 bus and 7 underground stations.

The second before he passed through the gate he was still caught up by some unspeakable fantacies; the second after, fantacies vanished, and came all emotions stirred up with mixed memories.

Never once he rushed into the office like that.
The door was closed, not usually seen as well. He opened the door and stepped in. Knowing that the huge news would not be his duty in the slightest chance, he appraoched his desk and turned on the MSN window. Only Shaggy the Beijing kid was on line. Short confirmation ended, one of the Kevins quickly picked up his cell phone and called Jason. Line jammed. In fact it was the network stopped services. "How silly I am ," he thought.

It was actually silly if one sees it from a realistic perspective. Be the one you try so desperately to reach still not beyond reach, the phone call wouldn't be that necessary. Be the person gone, no answer could be expected. So why does one call at moment like that?

Jason answered the phone four hours later. This Kevin was finally relieved.

I think, at that night, Kevin simply wanted to know one thing--his loved ones stayed alive. It turned out as he expected. It is not that Kevin never experienced the loss of his loved ones; in fact, it happened more than once. Everytime such thing happened, Kevin felt as if he is left in a desert by himself, and his company taken to somewhere mysterious. A sense of loneliness, I guess.
But there's something deeper than that.
Another mystery--where am I, if they are already somewhere else? Here and there, both unthinkable.

Here we think about the thinkable. Shaggy was fine, and so were Jason, Candy, Larry, Andii, Phil, JK, Paul. Alex had left UK, so I needed not worry about him. Yet Salvador had been lost contact with Kevin, since Kevin stupidly lost his mobile phone in a club. Even though his death is foreseeable, given his HIV. And Emili, did her sweet smile survive the horrible incident?

He gradually realised that a part of his heart is in London, with every pieces for every one he loved, he laughed with, hung out with, or even just had one night nice chat with.

Last time when Brighty died, I kept silent, for no word could possibly be appropriate. So this time, my wish is to be kept in me.