An indigo sky held Aquarius, Pegasus, and faintly, Grus amongst the less-discernable, ancient creatures; explosions from eons past that fluttered through a thinning atmosphere over the Pacific. The last rim of daylight was gone and the water that sopped the sand at their feet sparkled black and foam stuck to their toes. The boy held his knees close to his chin, replicating the wave noises with his mouth, perhaps looking for boats or giant whales—anything to deliver them. The girl sprawled out next to him and looked at the sky and her breathing matched the rhythm of the waves and the breeze off the water made the short hairs on her legs stand still. The girl closed her eyes and wondered if in any other circumstance this would be considered romantic. She opened her eyes and still saw no airplanes.