“Come on, come on, just a glimmer, that's all I ask,” Handy whispered to himself, cursing the sky for hiding the moon. The unnatural cosmology of this world threw a lot of his preconceptions out the window, but one thing that had been more or less consistent was that the sun and moon always rose in the east and always set in the west. Nightfall hadn’t been that long ago, so it’d still be somewhere in the east… Now if only he knew where east was he could find his way back south to his ship.