A loud, enormous clock that looked fancy but would fall apart quickly in the years to come chimed and rang proudly, causing a mass of young and old women in fancy dresses and skirts, and both adolescent men and those who were losing their hair in firm-necked formal suits flooded into the tall, steepled building. The parking lot in front was very full, and on the left side sat a dark, unmarked car, which was an unpleasant shade of maroon. This car was easily in sight of the mass of excited, chattering people entering the building, and it so being that most of them came within at least ten feet of it on their way to the front doors. If only one of them had noticed that car, with no license plate and no disabled parking ticket, parked sideways across two disabled parking spots. If only one of the young, anxious girls dabbing at their makeup hurriedly or one of the older, tall, suited men had taken it upon themselves to cup their hands to the slightly tinted windows of the car and peek inside, or even draw attention to it, perhaps the horrible events of the night would not have happened.
It was well after the rooms were full of laughter, talking, and general sounds of happiness that a boy rode up to the tall building, quite late for the event, on his electric blue motorcycle. The motorcycle was small and unimpressive, more of a motorized bicycle than a true motorcycle. The driver was in the awkward stage where he could not be counted as a boy anymore, but not quite a man had both wind-flattened, short-cropped dark hair and a black suit stained with multiple flecks of newly-added dirt on the bottoms of the pants. He was the only one, who, after jumping off the bike and hastily wiping his dirt speckled black shoes, cast a wary glance at the car. He paused on his way to the building, his expression full of mingling curiosity and suspicion. But then, the front doors opened, and a rather old man with a knowing smile and an old-fashioned mahogany-colored, slightly fuzzy suit opened the doors and called out to the boy in a welcoming manner, causing the boy to stride quickly towards and into the building, casting one last glance back at the car.
The old man's smile never wavered as he closed the thick, dark doors for the boy. When they came together, the heavy, varnished wood clanged in a final sort of way.