ALL around you, Lavender fields glow in a warming golden tone as a picture ripples in and out of focus. The memory is hazy, but you can just make out a shadowy figure or two in the foreground of the image. Each figure moves frantically about the field, swapping things here and there. It’s clear now, there are five of them standing right in front of you, sweeping in and out, and scurrying about to get themselves together.