Outside, the fierce blasphemies of the ungodly could be heard as the mob pushed and scrambled and cursed the black darkness that had descended upon them, yet still insisting on their right to quench their perverted lusts. Inside, Lot and his wife and his two daughters collapsed upon the cushions, badly shaken. Lot turned perhaps, to his guests, with fulsome words of apology on his lips, only to be cut short. “We have no time for that. Where’s the rest of your family?