Saturday, England in a sea café. A chance encounter with his family. 12 months after he saw the sea rise 20 feet. Fantasy Island, the first wave raced across the beach. Sprint to the bedroom where the Boys are watching T.V. till he screamed, "Get out!" A Wave smashed through the window. He still dreams about it. There had to be a reason for all that training in the rain. There had to be a reason. The smiling faces in a seaside town have been to places that are still haunted by the sound of smashing furniture behind them as they scrambled up the stairs. Bad as a bomb the wall of water. He still dreams about it. There had to be a reason for all that training in the rain. Training all my life, never knowing why, until that moment had arrived. When he went back down to the floor below, a speedboat wedged in his children's room. He can't forget his children walking round, between the broken bodies floating, scared they all could drown. Amidst the panic on the island as the rescue ship came in and left him standing isolated. He still dreams about it. There had to be a reason. Training all my life, never knowing why, until that moment had arrived. There had to be a reason. Now I know what it is.