It amazed Ms. Kinman that she still awoke in the early morning time thinking of Harry. He was the single cause with a multitude of effects, the catalyst for Ms. Kinman's internal processes that continued to simmer and unfold for years after the initial event. Often times she considered herself as her own self-contained, self-perpetuated stove, or even an island star-- fixed in its own equilibrium of actions and reactions with no apparant relation to the world around her, save chance reminders of Harry that came from the outside like pre-daylight churchbells clamouring into her closed eco-system and startling her from sleep with messages of space, air, and tempo.