well. this isn't new york [[ota, tag McClane]]
Lucy McClane, age sixteen, is standing in the middle of a street. She was walking with her bother and her sister, coming home from school, when suddenly the city disappeared around them. As the oldest, Lucy takes both her brother Mikey's hand, and her sister Audrey's hand and assesses the situation.
"Okay, you two. Don't panic."
Audrey steps closer. "What happened? Where'd we go? I want mommy."
Lucy lets out a breath. "Well, what's the first thing we do when we're in trouble?"
"Call 911 or find a policeman," Mikey says, squeezing Lucy's hand.
His big sister nods in confirmation. "Right, so. No panicking. We just find a police officer. They'll know mom and dad, and everything will be fine." She asks the next adult she sees, and soon they're off and walking into the station. Three kids, hand in hand, asking for John McClane, please.
"Okay, you two. Don't panic."
Audrey steps closer. "What happened? Where'd we go? I want mommy."
Lucy lets out a breath. "Well, what's the first thing we do when we're in trouble?"
"Call 911 or find a policeman," Mikey says, squeezing Lucy's hand.
His big sister nods in confirmation. "Right, so. No panicking. We just find a police officer. They'll know mom and dad, and everything will be fine." She asks the next adult she sees, and soon they're off and walking into the station. Three kids, hand in hand, asking for John McClane, please.