Martin Boggan stands at the entrance of his cottage. The wooden door at the entrance to his cottage is twisted off the hinge. He looks out from the broken threshold at the night sky above the farm fields. The Milky Way glows in the darkness in a heavenly shower of starlight suspended across the universe in a cloud with a rosy hue. From his doorway he can see beyond the fields to the green tufts of grass on hillocks in the bog.