The crowd - 5 or 6 men and women in various stages of poverty or destitution - see the change, and their smiles fade. One mutters, saddend:

But ... what about food for the needy?

But it was all just a dream. They clutch what meals they got hold of tightly, and turn to leave.

Across the square, the first soldier rounds the corner, spots you and calls to his sargeant: Yo sarge - I see them!