Let's go with: the trigger.
Very enjoyable day off, spent mostly lazing around the house before going out for a drink with Kat after dinner.
Twas an absolutely gorgeous day, and they're calling for 30 degrees tomorrow. Yes, please.
Although I would also take 3-0. Go Canucks!
It was my job to determine what had triggered the explosion, to provide answers for the questioning victims and their families. I took the responsibility seriously, moving through the debris deliberately, studying every shattered item.
Nearly an hour had passed before I finally found what I was looking for. The white liquid had gathered in the far corner of the room, its container only a few feet away. It appeared to have cracked when it was dropped, but seemed otherwise intact. I placed it in a plastic bag and went to confront the perpetrator.
"All right, Danny," I said to the toddler handcuffed to the toy box. "Who spilled your milk?"