A red velvet pouch concealed the silver pointer.
There was a point to be made, the tools of attention were unnecessary.
Sending a fleeting glance towards the sky, long-lost and still hopeful of rescue, the party edged closer.
Closer to what, no-one was sure.
There was a feeling the searching was over, the light seemed clearer, bluer and warmer.
Today, at lunchtime we will drink a toast to the unknown party.