Manfred walked outside and saw Margaret standing in the middle of the street with her head craned back, parallel to the ground. He walked over and started to speak. “Shut up,” she whispered. “Look up.” “What?” he asked, confused. “Look up!” she said, pointing. He did. Stars exploded across the Manhattan night sky, only obscured by the buildings that dared get in their way. Minutes, which could have been hours, passed in silence.