Imagine this:

A chamber underground, with a single naked lightbulb illuminating frighened and weary faces. One appears very wise, very knowing. The woman belonging to this face stands up.

“Now is the time to act, to get out. He didn’t even lock the door.”

She swings the door open and they, after a bit of hesitation, bottleneck out, her with a two-month-old in her arms in the back.