Worst fear has come to pass. All the stars have twinkled out and the memories - gone too, I think, as we are led like little children to our safe place. The adults flicker about the house. Whispers, worries. We're forbidden to go into the Dark but it beckons, pulling us along the ghost-trodden path to the cellar, to the shadows. "Our only chance," he breathes. "You only get one," she answers. Escape - comprised of the Dark witch, the fear, the night, and the stolen bag of gold. Red-smeared dice cackle about how foolish he was, and suddenly he wants to see the girl again, and the starless sky.