The moonlit nights on the ferry allowed the detective to think for a few moments, and that much he was thankful for. With the stress of the case, Naib could drop his persona of a collector for a moment to just bask in the glow of the moon.

He leans back near the bow, sat on a bench and glancing up at the constellations, wondering if those back home were alright.

He’s snapped out of his idle daydreaming by a soft noise coming from behind him.

“Who’s there?”