One of the streams of Chemical X landed through a slightly big hole in the roof of a condemned synagogue and on a copy of the Torah. Another got caught in a fierce wind and mixed with it.

        Yet another landed on a bird, a swift to be exact. Still another fell on a statue of an angel. Two of the streams landed on a bunny and a kitten respectively. Another landed on a flowerbed. Yet another dripped all over a lost Pikachu doll. One stream landed on a pile of books, and another dripped over a Jester card.

        Another landed on a bush, and another on a misplaced drawing of a queen. Still another hit a photo of a rainbow. Still another dripped over an opened but forgotten box of sweets. Yet another fell down a painting of the sun. Another dripped through a packet of spices.

        Another fell into a place of Satanism. Yet another fell in a rock pool close to the sea. Still another hit a beautiful butterfly. Two others hit two books, one on fear and the other on anger. The last stream hit a small fire.

        And all this while, they never wondered.