Something happens and all of our worlds are thrown in a completely different direction as quickly as a billiard ball caroms off another billiard ball and changes its trajectory entirely.
They pull the plunger back to send the silver ball rocketing into the playfield, following it with their eyes as it caroms off bumpers, sails up ramps and flies down chutes.
Running almost immediately at top speed out upon the barrial with the long whaang of the rifleshot rolling after them and caroming off the rocks and yawing back across the open country in the early morning solitude.