He could remember forcing his way through the mass of bodies, fighting through the crowd to reach his brother who lay, eyes closed, in the centre of the hall.
He remembered the restraining arms and the disjointed phrases such as "Colin" and "dead" and "sorry", all of which were meaningless, as all Dennis wanted to do was wake his brother and feel safe and happy again.
Story Notes: A huge thanks to coolh5000 and h_vic for all their help!