She could see the glint of other fires through the trees, dancing in the wind. Grinning she turned to Virgil, and saw him watching the night, looking at ease and elated. Katrine reached up to stroke the smooth plastic edge of her head phones. Closing her eyes, she saw herself dancing in front of a mirror, and her mother sneaking in, jostling her by the shoulders, hugging, and joining in the performance. Twin smiles and movements making merriment in the frosted glass. Moments like those were no more.