The vacant school lot didn't feel as vacant anymore. Once, all Martin had to do was skirt around a pair of fence poles to find himself inside, battered and neglected as it was. But however the changes happened, they remembered this lot, and gave those posts fresher chain-link.

Not truly a problem, though; just a bit of climbing and a heavy landing on the other side. Still, it left him with a greater sense of unwelcome, made his stay less of the respite he wanted.

He could still see stars there, though. That's what he'd wanted. Foreign stars, the sight of which he didn't deserve and he knew it, but...