As we were getting welcomed by Ngāti Whātua when walking down the aisle and being welcomed by the Niuean and Cook Island communities with their drums, and then we stopped at the front of the town hall and we heard that soundtrack: the soundscape where it was eerily silent. Then we heard the sounds of the night. We heard the knocking on the door, the dogs starting to bark, the feet and the footsteps within the house. It was so—I tried to hold it in, but I couldn't, and I could see that many of the community that were sitting there in the town hall all had teary eyes, because that was just a glimpse of what had happened in that time period. 