The moon had risen over Pike's Peak, snowy crags sharpened in the soft light. Well-known stars in their constellations, each an old familiar friend, claimed their places in the blackness beyond the moon's glow as above them all, the rim of the milky way arced across the sky.

"It's beautiful," Jack said quietly.

She'd known he'd been standing on the balcony behind her for some time, silently watching her watch the night. "Yeah," she nodded, slowly turning to look at him. "It is."

His smile was gentle as he reached out his hand to her. "Now, come back to bed, Dorothy."

She returned his smile and took his hand. Silently, he led her back inside.