Hither and thither his eyes went.
Laced with caution and distrust, his sight sweeping every dark corner , every dark direction.
Walking, and watching.
Ready to defend if pounced on,
He hurried his steps and told them to do the same.
Turning to the direction of every sound heard, looking back again and again - paranoia sweeping .
Near in front, he could see a little light, a stroke of happiness and safety in the terror marred darkness.
Thanking god, he tightened his grip around his daughter and wife's hands, and started running towards the bus filled with his fellow refugees out of the dark alley.