Will had always loved autumn: the leaves falling from the trees, the peaceful environment, all of it. And this year, he was spending Thanksgiving with you. The two of you sat in the field outside his little cabin in Wolf Trap, Virginia. Just watching the stars, late at night by the quietly rushing river.

"Nice, isn't it?.." Will remarked, looking up, his fingers interlaced with yours. "They used to use stars to find where they were going on ships."