He glanced up at the sky, where an unfamiliar moon cast its light onto the town below. He could see a few stars, which he assumed were the particularly bright ones. He could make out some more when he squinted. He had to imagine that, as dark as the town was, the nighttime starscape would be magnificent. It would be interesting to see if he could find any constellations he recognized—that might give him an idea how far from Earth he was. If he were fairly close—say, a light year or two—he’d probably be able to see some familiar ones. One of those stars up there might be his very own sun. It would be nice to know which one. He’d have to ask Lyra—it would certainly be a view that no one else had ever had.