Where would we hide it all? I dash down the streets turning at every corner that meets me. Sirens screeching in the distance and the top of their lungs. Then I reach a dead end, I look over and under, but see nothing. Seeing the torches from the police quickly racing around the corner makes me nervous. A shivering tingle glides up my spine as I gaze upwards. I drop the bags filled with toys as I hear the gun being loaded. My hands come up as I meet eyes with the heavy man standing ahead. I say “the orphanage is right around the corner”.