".. we should settle 'ere. 'S not that cold, and it's safe 'nough." Simon grumbled, placing his heavy backpack against the railing of the balcony, and took yours. The two of you have been looking for a brief refuge for weeks now, and this small, abandoned —as all things were, of course— town, that's quiet enough. The two of you you now stand on this terrace of a random house, since you can't break in yet, else you might attract the undead's attention.

"C'mere. I'll keep you warm, yeah?" he grinned, and tugged you down by the hand to sit on his lap, cosily, his hand gently rubbing your arms. You're so tired, you almost fall asleep immediately.. if it weren't for him tapping on your shoulder, and pointing up to the night sky.

".. what?" you yawn, lazily fluttering your eyes open.

".. stars, love. Loads of 'em. Never seen 'em this bright before, have you?"

You groan, and turn to snuggle up against him again, grumbling something like "so?". He laughs, and continues rubbing your shoulder.

"So...it's nice. Never thought it was a big deal, they weren't that bright before all this happened, 'cuz all the industries and stuff and the light pollution. But we 'on't have all that now, do we? So.. we're lookin' at the same stuff as the Greeks, 'nd Romans and all those crazy buggers. No wonder they were so nutso, this 's some banger lookin' stuff."