— We were ten years old. Having dinner, the four of us. When the first shell hits, two floors below, it makes a hole in the floor... it's big. Our parents go in, and the whole building starts coming apart. I grab her, roll under the bed and the second shell hits. But, it doesn't go off. It just... sits there in the rubble, three feet from our faces. And on the side of the shell is painted one word...
— Stark.