Two hours later, however, the shadowy, moonlit landscapes beyond the window had shifted from woodlands to something that hit a little closer to home. The still, grassy meadows reminded him far too much of home. He could easily picture a small campfire flickering in the distance, with him and his friends illegally drinking the night away. Making absolute buffoons of themselves, with only a small patch of shrubs or a copse of trees to keep them hidden in the otherwise flat prairies. 