As Michael and the nurse were pushing the bed carefully through the narrow door of another room, they heard the sound of someone coming up the stairs. Michael closed the door quietly and looked through the window. He saw a man in a black hat and long black coat carrying flowers. Michael didn't know who he was, but decided that he didn't look like a killer. 'Who are you?' he said, opening the door.
The man turned round, surprised. 'I am Enzo,' he said. 'The butcher.' 'Listen, Enzo,' Michael said. 'You'd better get out of here. There's going to be trouble.' Enzo lifted his head and looked at Michael proudly. 'If there is trouble, I stay here to help you. For your father.'
Enzo lifted his head and looked at Michael proudly. 'If there is trouble, I stay here to help you. For your father.' Michael didn't argue. He needed help. 'Go outside,' he told Enzo, 'and stand in front of the hospital. I'll be out in a minute.'