How about this - It is a dark cold winter day in war torn New York City. The wind gusting up and blowing the snow and debris from the piles of garbage and trash in the grey streets. A young boy about 8 or 9 in tattered clothing is standing in the abandon avenue screaming "momma! mommahh!" Next to him is a young woman's body slumped over with thin dirty fingers slightly curled in a claw like frozen gesture reaching towards the grey sky. With the strong sound of the rushing wind in our ears we hear dogs howling in the distance. and, the little boy cry's out again Momma!