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In the dream, he's standing in the doorway of his (father's) house on Osiris, looking out at the night sky beyond the security shield. It's dark and cold and perfectly clear, and the stars are wheeling about in slow solemn grandeur as the planet spins. Every few seconds another star brightens, swells, bursts and dissipates like a distant fireworks display; every few seconds a new star appears to replace the ones that die.

Someone puts a hand on his shoulder, and he turns; it's Kaylee, laughing, drawing him back into the party.

He's forgotten what they're celebrating, but it scarcely matters. There's light and warmth and food and drink and music and laughter, and he can forget the darkness outside.

And everyone, absolutely everyone, is there.