"its just a drug just a drug!", Sigal keeps chanting. Customers give him odd looks as he runs into the bathroom. A large black hawk somehow has gotten into the store. It is flying circles around the store looking for a way out. A big hawk. Sig in in a stall. He is on a toilet seat crouched down and repeating his prayers just trying to get through this. Meanwhile outside that big black hawk has swooped down and scratched a couple of people. Drew blood both times. Folks are shouting and running for the doors. The employees are gathering into a tight circle and wandering what to do.
Every passing second feels like years. This whole thing seems like a bad eternal dream. A frozen moment. Sigal has never been so scared in his life. Even though he is crouched on a toilet he pisses himself. Just got to make it threw this. Is that screams he hears outside?".