10A four children stand with their mother. They are holding hands, in a subway. They are laughing together, and having a good time. The mother holds two bags, one holding a virtual reality set, the other with clothes. She has blond hair, blue eyes, and is relatively short, only 5'4". The first child also has blond hair, blue eyes, and at 11, already 5'. There are two identical girls, blond, blue eyed, and 10, both exactly 4'9. Then there is another boy , the youngest, and the quietest. He is 9, and a very mature nine year old, blond haired, blue eyed, and 4' 8". The rest of the subway gets quiet, as if in a wave, the front, then the middle, then, finally, the back. The mother snaps her fingers, and the children stop playing, and move across the car to the other side, with the bags. Three men in all black walk down the aisle, slowly, looking from side to side, looking at each of those who ride the bus as if their eyes could pierce their minds and tell what they're thinking. One of the girls shivers. They stop by the mother, and all three turn to face her. The one in the middle addresses her.
Black coat 1: Marissa Jones?
The mother, a.k.a. Marissa Jones.: That is me.
The black coats nod to each other, and the one to her right produces hand cuffs from one of his many pockets.
Black coat 2: You are hereby convicted of being a Jew, and a traitor.
The woman hangs her head, and holds out her hands, resignedly. The one to her left now addresses her.
Black coat 3: Do you know these children?
He gestures towards the 4, who look at the woman without comprehension.
Marissa Jones shakes her head: No, sir.
The black coat doesn't inquire further, and the three lead her off the train. She makes no move to stop them, just hangs her head. The train stops, and the woman and the three black coats get off.
One of the girl and the older boy start to sniffle, but the other comforts them.
Girl 1:Mommy didn't like living the lie. Don't worry, Sarah, she'll enjoy it much more in heaven
Sarah: But Rachel, they'll kill her! She'll be dead!
Boy 1: N-no. . S-Sarah. Rachel's right. She'll be much happier in heaven.
The boy forces a smile.
Boy 2: When we're a little older, we'll get revenge. I swear it. Just think of what we'll bring down on them. Fire and brimstone.
The other children echo the young boy: Fire and Brimstone.
A few stops later, the children get off the subway, dry their eyes, and walk the four blocks back to their house.