The bell above the bakery door jingled as she pushed it open. The familiar scent of cinnamon and yeast enveloped her. She loved this time of day, the bustling morning hours right after opening when the bakery still held the promise of freshly baked goods. She placed her order at the counter. "Good morning, Pam. I'll have a large coffee with room for cream, a blueberry scone, and two chocolate chip muffins, please." "Coming right up," replied the woman behind the counter. Pleasant chatter and clinks of dishes filled the air as she busied herself preparing the order. As she waited, she noticed Mr. Liddel standing in his usual corner by the window, intently reading a newspaper. He glanced up and caught her eye, offering a wave before returning to his paper. She smiled and waved back before focusing on her latte steaming up. Suddenly, a crash sounded, followed by panicked shouts. The barrier of glass between the main bakery and case toppled and soared over the counter, showering everyone with shards of glass. Chaos erupted as murmured screams and sputtering curses filled the air. Liddel stumbled away from the broken window, his head down and hands over his head.