They spoke to him. He could feel the silent hum coming from them. The stars were speaking to him. Daniel was sat where he went every night now. At the top of the grassy field near Murray Street, just outside of the train station. That's where he felt closest to his family. All he had left of them was his brother James's bike, his father's Swiss army knife that he used in the war, and his mother's gold watch. Not once had he considered selling these precious items. No matter how hungry he was or how cold it was outside. Not even his bike. It was too battered and rusty anyway. Dan (as his father used to call him) was reading his favourite book - Moby Dick- when he heard a shout coming from below him, "There he is!"