Certainly, after that second earthquake, I knew a couple of sisters who were very close. They wanted to get out of Christchurch. They threw a dart, and they moved to the city where the dart landed. They had a little boy with them, who stayed at the noho marae with my children. A happy little boy during the day; at night time, we could hearing him crying, thinking another earthquake would strike. He actually went on to become a very good scholar and athlete. He was resilient, but others weren't so lucky, and, really, that trauma was incredible.