> Trillian's bedroom

You wake up, it's the middle of the night. You briefly look at the
red segments of your radio clock. It's 3am. You look out the window,
the lights of the city making a yellow cloud of light below you. Above
you, the night sky is showing all of its wonders :

   the white line of the galaxy,
      the white moon,
         along with the thousands of white stars,
   all of this sort of swallowed by the blueness of the void.

This is a fleeting moment, you're going to have to go back to bed,
you're not sure you'll remember this tomorrow, you're not even sure
this moment is real, but you know that right now life feels good.


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Backing up from the window, you see three things on the desk: a
brown notebook, a calling card, and an old book.