The storm passes over night and PaPa Tay still hasn't returned from leaving to check the collected rain water.
Tay gets up, puts on his mothers sun hat and leaves the shallow cave, and begins waddling around by himself on the quiet island.
He searches high and low for his parents. They aren't present to hear their 9 year old child say his first words.
TayTay: "Mama! Papa!"
There is no answer to the child's calls for his mother and father. He walks towards the spot where his father had made a rain collector out of materials that were left behind by the company that owns the island.
He doesn't notice the motionless leg sticking out from under a large fallen tree behind him with the scorched stump indicating where the lightning that woke him up the night before had struck.
