He was having his morning coffee when he heard the trumpets. The sound broke through the air in a deafening burst, but it wasn't the noise that shook him as much as the feeling that accompanied that noise. It started deep in his torso and worked backward to his spine. Even after the trumpet blast had ended the vibration continued to explode in his head. He heard Maria collapse in the front room. Her voice rose in hysterical cries. His cup dropped to the floor and spread in shards of ceramic and small pools of coffee.
It was in this way that the Day of Judgement caught Henri at breakfast, unprepared and slightly hungry.