Ferrone stood motionless in the icy room. Behind him was another door to a much larger room. A lounge really where fifty one searchers waited to KNOW.

Ferrone thought it was too early, his team needed more time to properly identify all the children. But the media had created such a frenzy, all of a sudden forty million “parents” wanted news about “their child”.

Soon the door opened and a few filed in. Then more. Then more. Ferrone wasn’t too sure how this was going to go. Identifying a child’s remains is the complete opposite of many a parent’s emotional high at witnessing their child’s birth.

Ladies and gentleman, mothers and fathers and any other family members present, please take your time. We have chairs if you need to sit down. We have Kleenex and water here too. Again, please take all the time you need

As Ferrone stood to the side, the medical examiner pulled a large white sheet off the stainless steel table. Cries and groans filled the air as familiar clowns were thrust to anguished chests.