20 brown paper candles, 5 LED lamps: gold & blue the cave glows. A special celebration, a unique doorway in space and time: tonight the cave-mouth will open to the alignment of the winter solstice sunrise with the moon, Pluto, and the Galactic Center.

But R has been hiking 12hrs through snow and storm, breathing like an astronaut in his rubberspace suit, a gargantuan pack filled with recording equipment strapped to his back. He is now exhausted, somewhat absent. JP's crippling chironic wound is once more ignited. Soon he is burning with a sense of failure as the mission collapses unto itself.

Candle papers catch on fire, smoke fills the cave — the lunar module of this Apollo mission crashes.