The cold stars hover over the maze as the warm, rusty light of the bonfire spreads over the glade, illuminating the boys who are dancing and laughing. You sit off to the edge of the groups, sipping on some of Gally's moonshine as you watch the others. Alby nods at you over the field and you nod back before you turn away, standing and walking back to your hut. Newt's eyes follow you, trailing after you before he steps forward. He follows you quietly back to the homestead, hardly making a sound.