People rushed to join the crowd who were already gathered at the crossroads. Mothers held children in their arms and covered their eyes, the men shouted opinions or curses at each other while pointing above. Shopkeepers stood at their doors while customers left their purchases and wandered out to join the throng. Windows were opened and heads hung out to look and up and down to make sense of it. Sirens grew closer, uniforms battled through the packed streets to get to the crossroads while a few locals leaned by the door of the pub chortling with tumblers in their hands.
It was a mix of party and panic when there was a gasp followed by silence.
Monkey had slipped.