The dot didn't budge. It sat on the tip of his nose like he'd been painted up to look like a bargain-bin Rudolph. Behind him the sky darkened to night and the stars came out to dance overhead, darting in and out of the Northern Lights. Little fireflies dancing around a sheer veil that kept the world warm.

Daryl pulled back from her - to the very limit of their hand hold - as he turned from her to watch the light show while it sunk lower and lower towards the horizon where the mountains of Georgia rose up to meet them. He tugged at her hand, urgin her to follow. He had a place he wanted to show her. The spot he used to run to when he needed to be away from home.