As I mentioned before, it is believed that the original massacre scene was supposed to have been on the island where no one would have escaped except the killer by boat. Because the plans had been changed (it might not have been much a challenge for the expertise of this gunman) he might have been thinking, as she climbed the steps, that he would get her inside the café anyway, who knows. Luckily for Wendy she exited the building before the shooting started which would only have been seconds before and not knowing what was happening until a bullet whizzed past her ear she immediately knew something was very wrong and ran to the other block to ring the police. The bravest woman I have ever known, Wendy Scurr, and I Trying to convince the police of what was happening was hard since she had no idea but she could hear the gun shots and held the phone out so that the police could hear them as well in an effort to convince them that they had an emergency. Little did she know that it would take seven and a half hours for the police to finally arrive to give support to the terrified people everywhere who had no idea what was happening, where the gunman was, how many shooters there were and what they should do with no one to guide them. The firing inside the café lasted, at the most, a couple of minutes and as the rampage continued in the car park and towards the toll gate Wendy was the first one on the scene inside the café to find the carnage. She had no idea where the gunman was and could easily have been his next victim but she was the triage officer of the site and her job was to tend to the wounded and try to save as many lives as she could. What she saw was a war zone. People huddled under tables and behind chairs trying to escape the frenzy but somehow in those few seconds of combat shooting 20 people were killed, 19 of them with head shots. There was blood and tissue everywhere. It was something that only hardened veterans would have ever seen yet this woman went about trying to save the lives of the few survivors. One such young man who had been shot in the throat and to this day they are good friends with similar experiences to share. This young man, who had been shot in the neck, was recovering in hospital when he found out that the killer was recuperating not far from him in the same ward. He asked if he could identify the man who had shot him and was refused. Had he been allowed a few seconds with Martin Bryant the whole conspiracy would have fallen over because the man they had arrested was not the killer. The real witnesses all agree that the shooter was younger and not as tall as Bryant. He had longer hair which looked like a wig and most importantly he had a pocked complexion suggesting acne scars which Bryant does not have. With this in mind it was obvious to the authorities that Bryant could not be allowed identification by credible witnesses. These people, and others with similar stories, were not even put on the witness list, essential for a trial, and yet they were the only ones who had seen the killer up close. The only way out was to make up the ridiculous story of saving the victims further trauma by not having a trial at all denying Bryant his sovereign right to be heard and railroading him with just a hearing, thus having no need for witnesses or declarations. There were witnesses eager to see justice done and the law shunned them. These brave people are the real heroes of the Port Arthur massacre because they risked their lives to be willing to tell the truth. They took the trouble to make waves so that their loved ones did not die in vain. There has been no explanation of 'why' to those who suffered the aftermath and if anything this must be the most heart wrenching pain of all to bear. It is clear that the DNA evidence would have cleared Martin. So would blood splatter tests on his clothing. Witness identification of Bryant would have convinced me but the DPP used none of this evidence and instead relied on this ridiculous video that proves nothing. The only thing that convicted Martin Bryant was his coerced "guilty" plea. Somewhere there are people who planned a massacre and blamed an unfortunate intellectually handicapped man for the terrible crimes that took place in one of the most beautiful and peaceful places on earth. I have gathered innumerable pieces of information and facts which substantiate a cover-up of immense proportions over the past ten years and I am even now still uncovering more and more information. There is so much of it that it never ends.