Martin's well accustomed to the feeling of being stared at, but the gaggle of children makes it a little difficult to worry about when their presences - and therefore, hazards - are a lot more immediate. Still, he gets the six of them home safe, and once everyone's gotten settled in their beds he takes his usual evening leave.

The light pollution Martin's familiar with from London doesn't exist here, and it's jarring to look up and see an entirely different series of galaxies than he's used to. Even if he's learning the names of some of them already; he's actually come out with a lantern and a book, open to a page of artful constellations to get a better understanding of them for himself, and he gets settled against a stone fence opposite the goat pen. He hasn't noticed Some yet.