Under the influence of noise, chaos, alcohol and other aids to randomness, the night begins to fray, and the threads diverge. Habit is engulfed by waves of chaos and coincidence. People arch off into new lives, with their own full consent, falling in with strangers, even falling in love, or at least into bed. Lives are created, couples diverge, factions split and fracture, falling into new orbits, or spinning off into the void. The order, never more than a truce, is broken.