Eight years ago, Tiamut.
A young Kara sat on a sandpit, building a messy-looking sandcastle. It was barely holding together.
The rest of the playground was filled with children and their parents.
"What are you building?" A young-sounding voice came from behind her.
"Sandcastle!" Kara excitedly said and turned around to see a boy with bored-looking eyes.
"Want to help?"
"No." The young Johan said. "It's childish."
"Childish?" Kara pouted and handed him a small red bucket. "You just don't know how to make one!"
Johan looked at the red bucket, took it, and crouched next to her.
"Just put sand in the bucket, and then what?"
"Make a tower!" Kara excitedly taught him. "Right there!"
Johan filled the bucket with the sand and then placed the bucket upside down on the sandpit so that the sand inside the bucket would form a perfect cone shape.
However, when he removed the bucket, the cone shape collapsed.
