The havildar knocked on the gate, a light tap, and the younger brother of elderly Sheikh Saab, slowly opened the gate. The havildar was careful in speaking of the impending danger, but he was clear about the incidents that had happened and the probability that the killings would not cease. He spoke quickly in hushed whispers using as little hand gestures as possible- describing how the neighbors began pouring over walls and forcing themselves into their neighbor’s homes to kill and plunder at will while station masters and the constabulary watched. The scenes were horrific but the elder Sheikh Saab decided that they were an exaggeration and coming from a Sikh havildar not to be believed. The other members of the household stood silent but were clearly moved by the narrative and so the younger brother stood up and began to move all the members into the front courtyard. He had decided that it was time to leave.