deep sadness and overwhelming joy that we discovered the tragedy’s lone survivor, an eight-year-old named Lea Ardvasky, who was badly dehydrated and suffering from shock but otherwise seemed to be unharmed, who in later life would write a brief account of the events of that day, titled Another Oz, focusing not on the party before or the rescue after, but only on the terror experienced inside Bingo during flight, the long drifting hours after all her peers had fallen out of the floating castle, the last of them doing so invisibly during the uncertainty of the night when she could hear their struggles and pleas for help and cries of terror but could not see them go, and though she would describe the Dorothy-like awakening in the desert dawn after the surprisingly soft landing of the castle, the most surreal part of her narrative was the pages-long run-on in which she described the effect of the light on the dunes, comparing their texture to the corrugated inflated floor of the bouncy castle, and to the cloudless light that poured into the castle as well as the vertiginous view she had while the castle was for some time hanging horizontally and she could see far below the green grid of land and, when she turned her head away, through the opposite aperture, the thin blue veil of sky and beyond it the stars.