““There's no traffic on the way home. The sunroof is open and I have my head in Foster's lap, looking up at the sky. It's so clear and black, with tiny pricks of white everywhere. You don't see stars in the city. It's easy to forget they even exist. The last time I saw stars was in rehab. These look very different from the rehab stars. And immediately, I know why. Stars should not be seen alone. That's why there are so many. Two people should stand together and look at them. One person alone will surely miss the good ones.””
