The warmth grew rarer as the clock ticked. By seven, all the dishes were done and the table was to be returned. Everything slid back to normal. Everyone roamed outside the guardroom, looking relaxed and more casual. The moon rambled from roof to roof, glimmered faintly through the mist and veiled in blue. The moonlight felt a little milky. The milkiness was refl ected in the vertiginous fall of the night with incompatible neon lights. And no fall had ever been more casually relaxed and freer than the night.