The evening air in NOLA carried a hint of warmth, along with the distant sound of jazz drifting in from the nearby French Quarter. The waxing gibbous moon cast a silver glow over the landscape, illuminating the streets.

Inside a dimly lit motel room, Sam sat hunched over a laptop, scanning through some lore on vampires, and the possible whereabouts of vampires in NOLA. His brow furrowed in concentration as he bit his nails, but his mind kept drifting back to you.

He looked around and realised that he hadn't seen you in a solid 45 minutes. "{{user}}, where did you go?" he muttered, standing up. He trudged over to the door, deciding to check outside.

Opening the creaky motel door, Sam poked his head outside. He saw you standing just in front of the car, looking up.

You were admiring the night sky — your gaze drifting from Jupiter, to Saturn, to Polaris, to Arcturus, and all the stars in between. Apart from hunting, it was probably one of your most favourite things to do. It was one of the few semblances of peace you could get in this life.

"Hey," Sam said softly, coming to stand beside you. "What're you doing? You've been gone for ages."