Falling off the bar stool and onto the floor, Richard awoke suddenly. Without his glasses he could see the vague outline of the pub seemingly still full of people. As he fumbled for his specs in his immediate surroundings he called out to whoever might be listening.

"What time is it fellas, its getting awful light in here?"

Finally plucking the desired object from his pocket he surveyed the shocking scene. Unable to muster words two thoughts ran through his head. He initially wondered how he had managed to sleep through the carnage, the second thought to run through his head he voiced without thinking.

"Why hasn't anyone fetched the constable?"