Time is frozen. Well, that's what it feels like to Indigo, but in reality, time passes just as it always has, and before she knows it – all too soon! – the rosy fingers of dawn are seeping into a now light blue sky. The horizon is stained with a brilliant assortment of colours that stretch and creep and Indigo can't help but become aware of this as heat spreads across her face, the warmth of the sun caressing her skin.

A word Stacy would be ashamed to hear slips past Indigo's lips. "Sorry, Peter, but I have to get home now, before Stacy notices that I'm gone!" She starts to tug her hand from Peter's, but then realizes that it's rather pointless, since she has no idea where she is anymore, having wandered with Peter all night.

Even thinking of it brings a smile to Indigo's cherry-hued lips, as she recalls hours spent with him, sometimes speaking or laughing about something they had witnessed, but more often in companionable silence. They wandered a long way – to bowling alleys (there's one hidden in the bus station, did you know?) and movie theaters (apparently, Peter quite liked black-and-white films from the 1930's) they went, seeking out all the hidden places of their city.

"The only problem is," Indigo began again, holding still as Peter's blue gaze searches her. "I have no idea how to get there."

Peter simply laughed. "Don't worry. I can get you back to the brick wall." And, of course, Indigo knows exactly which brick wall he means.

After that, the pair turns around and dash back, retracing their steps, laughing madly, as the sun rises and arcs into the sky. The world around them is growing brighter, and every skyscraper starts reflecting and shimmering until everything is light and angles and blue sky – just another day in LA. Everything is the same as it always was, always is, and always will be.

Well, almost everything.

When Indigo and Peter reach the brick wall, she merely flashes him a brilliant smile before running off again, her fingers slipping from his in a heartbeat. But if one could slow down time, they would see that even though Indigo was moving fast, she prolonged her connection to Peter, their fingers entwined until only the tips of their fingers could reach … and then nothing.