The familiar sight of the town was made hazy by a mist and for a moment I raised a hand to my face to check for my glasses (not that I needed it). They were there, he put on. This de-focused world was there for everyone and not just reserved for me. It was too cold, billions of icy vaporized drops blew down my neck and up the legs of my pants that flapped at least an inch above my ankles. It didn’t just slowly drain my body heat. It stole it the second it made contact. I ran faster.

His feet pounded the tarmac with all the grace of a sack of wet concrete, the springing graceful steps of twenty miles earlier before I stopped had long since disappeared. His rasping throat was as parched as a dead lizard in the desert sun. As the city came out of the darkness of night, I crossed the Seine(776 kilometre long river) in silence. Without the traffic I walked right down the centre of the street and not far away lay The Eiffel Tower, like a skeleton of metal projecting up into the sky.

I have to get there FAST, the Eiffel Tower is the only chance  to stop the invasion from Mars. I was concentrating so much on running fast that I surrendered myself to the astonishing beat of my feet against the ground and didn’t notice the trolley lying on the ground  until  it a right before my feet which made me fall into a puddle of mud but luckily I blocked my face with my arms but I still rolled round and round then landed into an open sewer-hole. Then I grabbed a ladder that was poking out and climbed up and saw 2 feet in front. I looked up, gasped a breath of surprise and suddenly let go. I fell into the dirty sewer water…