Within the arcade, when the alarm had sounded, Martt leaped to his
feet, dragging Frannie after him. He saw me knocked to the floor, but
could not reach me. A press of panic-stricken people was sweeping him
away, but he clung to Frannie. Then he saw me regain my feet; saw me
looking around. But I did not see him; and though he shouted at me, in
the noise and confusion his words were lost.