I know nothing about anything I just wanted to write something The borrowed phone dug into his palm as he clutched it white-knuckled against his chest. They hadn't believed him. Nearly a week of pleading and begging and no one believed him. He stared up into the glare of the morning sun off the windows, his mind a jumble of horror and denial. It couldn't happen. He couldn't have left everything, everything, just for it to mean nothing. It was supposed to be different, stop not just one but so many different disasters to come. But people still streamed into the buildings, clutching paperwork and morning coffees as the clock ticked down down down. He stared silently, not registering the bustle of the commuters around him. He had an hour now, if that. He had tried everything. He didn't know what to do. It couldn't be for nothing. Someone tripped beside him, paperwork spilling over the pavement and snapping his gaze from the windows. A woman, young, hassled-looking, bent to gather them and his chest constricted as a fresh wave of panic seized him. He bent and scooped up a file, meeting her gaze as she reached for it with a word of thanks that died on her lips when his hand gripped her shoulder. "Don't go in there." was the first thing he could think to say. "What?" His eyes were enormous in his face, the terror in them unsettling something in her own. "Don't. Go home, get away from here. Please don't go in there. Not now. You won't believe me I know but please-" Her shoulder ducked out from under his hand, but her eyes didn't leave his. "I-" she faltered, looked away, then back again, brow furling. The phone was hurting his hand, the other clenched just as tightly at his side now. She nodded once, slowly, meeting his eyes again. Hers were brown, and wary. "I... have to mail these anyway. I'll head to a post office first, I guess." She turned, pressing her folders a little tighter to her chest, and walked away. Away from the doors. Something frantic in him settled slightly. He felt, not calmer, but more resigned the further she went. Something was different. It had not been for nothing.