...the villages are quiet, this night in February in the Year Of Our Lord two thousand and eight. There's just me, the laptop, and Kuron, and if I look out of the skylight over my head I can see the lights of European airliners passing overhead on final approach to Heathrow, maybe the odd military flight coming in to Northolt. It's getting on towards one in the morning here. Even the LOLcats are quiet. If you listen very carefully, you might even hear the Earth take a breath. Nighty-night, villagers, wherever you are. Take care.