Goodnight considered that. "Something quiet, I think," he said, almost like he was agreeing. "I don't think I'd feel right doing it in front of any kind of crowd, though. Maybe somewhere quiet in the park. It was where we first saw each other, after he arrived here."

He remembered it well: the snow, and hearing Billy's voice and fearing he'd lost his mind completely, or that he was somehow being haunted by a man he missed like a limb.