An expectant hush befalls the crowd. Even the dog who has been merrily playing fetch, hesitates and stops, noticing something is up. Keep moving back. Then they, too, turn to watch. A small bulldozer starts to tug, groaning forward as the building grieves a distinctive creaking and moaning sound, hesitant to fall, as if fighting her inevitable end.
Seconds tick by as the creaking and moaning continues and then, suddenly it happens, the walls give.
Each member of the crowd reacts differently. As the bricks hit the ground and a huge wall of dust begins to rise, some witnesses shout, others are silent, people grab unto one another, and one woman is left on her knees laughing an odd, uncontrollable, laughter. A wall of dust descends the area. As it swells, visibility is totally obscured. The east wing has vanished, and the show is over for the day.