Lionel sets down his copy of "A Logical Farewell" and makes room for Val on the blanket. In years past, he wouldn't normally attend a Quodpot game let alone a Quodpot after party, but here he is, enjoying both. He's marooned himself on this fabric island for the majority of the party, content to just read and listen to the white noise of revelry. This is his way of celebrating today's big game.

He greets the winning captain with a smile -- welcome back! -- and then follows Val's hand up toward the night sky. "Okay," he says after a pause, "I see it." The winged horse becomes brighter the longer he looks at it. It's the result of his eyes adjusting, but he likes thinking the stars are shy spots of light that just need to be coaxed out. Not unlike him.

"Now where?"