The stars painted over the heavens, each a twinkling fire that burned brightly, as if the darkness of night only served to make them shine all the more. The purring of the motor was a comforting backdrop, its low rumbling sound filling the cold, silent night. Mikey sat behind Takemichi in blissful silence, enjoying the feeling of the cool air blowing against their faces as they traveled. He had asked for this, a ride around, but had given no reason for it.