3 May, 1945

“Hey, Joey, check this out. Some kinda burn scar on the wall.”
 
“Yeah, shaped like a kid, too. Poor shrimp. I thought the brass said the bomb wasn’t supposed to have killed anybody outside the blast radius?”
 
“You mean you think this is where somebody died? There ain’t any sign of a body.”
 
“The whole neighborhood’s been knocked down. You really think somebody standing there walked away? And anyway, I heard one’a the eggheads talking before they gave the order. Said he figured the explosion’d be so strong it’d turn people on the edges of it to ash instantly. He was sayin’ we might find ‘shadows’ of people who hadn’t evacuated on the walls all over the place. I bet this is one’a those.”
 
“But this is the first one we’ve seen, and we’ve been patrolling the edges of the blast for two days.”
 
“Hey, don’t look at me. I ain’t no scientist. Anyway, it’s a tragedy, but we got a schedule to keep. C’mon, Tom, let’s go.”