The night before the expected accident was dark and quiet. Many had left their homes and were awaiting on boats, in the lagoon. The water was still and fish had vacated its surface. Kristen had fallen asleep, on a mat, on the floor, after an hour of whispered songs. Julia and Gaia then, wide awake, went to the terrace, to look at the sky. At lantern light they found whole families sat on the ground, listening to the story an old man called Robert was telling.