'There are no working clocks left in Shoalwrest. On the seventh day after the last person leaves, you go around with a hammer and smash all those ticking glass interfaces in hopes that the retreat of the estuary shoreline will stop. By now, the cars and kookaburras have all left, and even Sapphie has stopped coming back to visit. You don't think you've heard your own name in months...'(Introduction)