[Taking a deep breath, she braces herself, picking her words carefully.]

There was a man's voice. He was asking me about the dead. How many had died? Could I tell him their names later? I said I would. It made me think he was going to come back. And then I saw stars. Two of them engaged in a clash. I knew then that he wasn't coming back and my heart just dropped. He didn't say goodbye to me. How could he just go off to die without saying goodbye?

[Her hands start shaking again and she places the mug on the table to keep the coffee from spilling.]

Whoever he was, he must have been important. That's all I know.