Even the British Nuclear Fuels company hastened to make a statement that it was a one in a million chance, that a leak of radioactive fuel was impossible in principle, that the site of the explosion was located at a sufficient distance from the children's picnic site. Yet they had to finally admit that there was nothing they could do. No rational explanation for the cause of the explosion was found, and it was decided to consider it an act of God. But what God? - thought Dirk Gently. And for what? What kind of God was hovering around Heathrow Airport Terminal 2, trying to catch a flight to Oslo at 15.37?