The pool becomes smooth.
Rotation continues without interuption.
The glass has all settled down into the honeycomb mold. The video cameras are still alive, although they are showing the effects of the heat. The control room is calm, although I've just bitten off the head of a red squirrel. No, this isn't a pagan sacrifice ritual. My mom made some of her delicious molasses cookies, and in honor of the occasion she cut them out in the shape of squirrels.