Children filled the city now.

Lacking order. Looking for direction. Every street corner was filled with tiny faces. Like the saddest documentary made about another place.

But now here.

This made Mac’s task even harder. Every young girl was Inteachán. Each face made his heart slip slightly.

‘Have you seen her?’ he wanted to always ask.

But how can you ask the same question three thousand times an hour?

You would need an extra lifetime.