As our star fell the rest of them appeared. The night sky was populated in proportion to the crowd that came to marvel at it. Stargazing at the VIS was a pretty regular thing, and it was quite the attraction. With some residual sunlight yet, maybe fifty people had come. The only light pollution was the caravan of cars descending Mauna Kea via switchbacks in the distance. If a nearby motorist dared use headlights, or someone consulted a cell phone, they were barked down by the crowd with alacrity. People began waiting in long lines, invisibly pressuring the one person peering through the scope. A facilitator got on a mic to begin a laser-guided tour of the night sky and the crowd craned skyward like iron filings aligned by a magnet.