<strong><span class="bbc_u">Beginnings Before Disaster</span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Two Years Ago</strong><br/><br/>Danielle had almost 200 pictures of the ships entering the San Francisco Bay and was so excited to be able to get on one. Her colleagues had recommended a tour on one of the ships with the idea that she could meet some of the sailors on board. Danielle had been single since she was born and she was often jealous of her friends who were in--and out half the time--relationships. Nothing really clicked with the opposite sex. The only thing that click was her finger pressing the shutter. Her reason of going was for another article for the magazine. Yes, it meant a fat check for selling all her prints, but the experience was more worth it. Chances were that there were people like her in the city who haven't experienced Fleet Week before and she was solely there to soak in the moment and from it, tell a story.<br/><br/>With just her expensive camera in hand she joined a tour that had just started, which took them onto the Well Deck. Large machines, all armored in one form or another, filled the large space. Display boards sat near the machines immediately adjacent to where the tour was passing through. As a photojournalist, Danielle had the knack of straying far behind the group, just to take high-quality photos unpolluted by visitors and sailors alike. She used this strategy too well that the tour group had already moved on. Realizing she was left behind, she assumed the group went one way and committed to it.<br/><br/>Finding herself in an unfamiliar part of the ship, Danielle knew she was lost. She'd go one way and see no sign of a sailor or part of the group. She was going to retrace her steps and go back the way she came when she collided with a wall she knew wasn't there before. Not expecting this, she lost her balance and fell to the floor. Danielle checked her camera and found it hadn't taken any damage in the fall. "Okay, good. Camera's okay," she said aloud to herself.