Knowing that you're supposed to talk to somebody here, you wait on the bench for any interested parties to come for a chat. Nobody comes for quite some time, so you lay your head down on the bench. It's nice here, with the plants and breeze and birds. You lay and count them as they pass over. There are many more in type and number than you're used to. As you're watching, a particularly large one flies overhead and drops a bomb directly on your face.