The night was cold and starry, but the chill that permeated you had little to do with the weather. Simon stood at the window of the small hut that you had both taken up for the night, looking at the starless sky. His silhouette was shrouded in shadow, but his presence filled the room like an unspoken secret. You knew he wouldn't sleep - he never slept when the past haunted him. "Sometimes I think we'll never really escape" he said suddenly, his voice rough and deep. You could only nod silently, because the ghosts that hunted him were too numerous for words to drive them away. But maybe, just maybe, you could be each other's light in the darkness for a moment.