'Lloyd.. can I help' Peter said rushing towards the man, who was standing looking rather lost at the rubble before him.

'I don't know where to start.. ' Lloyd said, people rushing in front of him to get to the injured, to get to their loved ones.

Lloyd seemed to be in shock, so Peter ignored the man's seeming inability to function and stepped forward.

'Steve, Steve' he shouted, Steve looking over his shoulder.

'Who's trapped?' Peter asked. 'Nick and Ashley, and Dev, they were in the Bistro' Steve said as Peter looked at the tram which seemed to have smashed straight into the Bistro.

'Oh god' Peter said.

'I know.. , we need to try and find them' Steve said.

'We can't.. get to them though' Peter said.

'Well we need to shout, try and see if their alive' Steve said.

'Was anyone else in their?' Peter asked.

'I don't know.. god I don't know, where are the stupid fire brigade' Steve shouted kicking the curb.

It wasn't suprising that Carla felt, strangely comfortable where she was. These last few weeks had been so draining, the only thing keeping her going existed in a bottle. And she couldn't go on like this, she could feel her whole body suffering from the punishing regime. There was no one at home waiting for her, no one holding her back, no one calling her name.

She felt her breathes getting harder, harder to take. Her chest was tightening, she didn't know what was happening, but what ever it was was taking it's toll on her, witting away at her life.

Something slipped, whipping up a cloud of dust, causing her to cough fiercely. She cried out in pain as her back seemed to snap as she coughed.

'What was that?' Peter said.

'God knows' Steve said.

'No, I heard a cry, someone's trapped.. someone's alive' Peter said desperately trying to locate the cry.

Carla felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes, she was good at tolerating pain, but this was too much, too painful. She could feel it ripping through her back and round her chest. It hurt to breathe, it killed. She felt something draining from her body, was it blood.. or was it life