This is the moment that black storm clouds move in and cover Endtown. Up until now, it has been a light-hearted vignette about chocolate cake and some wacky Keystone Cops antics from the rats. Now this is for real. Endtown is a refugee camp made of traumatised survivors. All had been relatively stable until this moment; now there has been a shift in the landscape, a tilt of the horizon that is simultaneously subtle and seismic. Things here will never be the same.