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Chaney turned the keys in the locks and pushed out into the chill night air。 The darkness surprised him； he hadn't realized he'd spent so many bittersweet hours inside with Katrina。 The parking lot was empty but for the cart and his discarded rifle。 Katrina's children hadn't waited for him； and he was aware of a small hurt。
He stepped away from the building and then turned back to look at it： a massive white concrete temple in the moonlight。 The barbaric legions had failed to bring it down； despite the damage caused elsewhere on the station。
The sky was the second surprise： he had seen it by day and marveled； but at night it was shockingly beautiful。 The stars were bright and hard as carefully polished gems； and there were a hundred or a thousand more than he'd ever seen before； he had never known a sky like that in his lifetime。 The entire eastern rim of the heavens was lighted by a rising moon of remarkable brilliance。
Chaney stood alone in the center of the parking lot searching the face of the moon； searching out the Sea of Vapors and the pit known as Bode's Crater。 The pulsating laser there caught his eye and held it。 That one thing had not changed…that one monument not destroyed。 The brilliant mote still flashed on the rim of Bode's Crater； marking the place where two astronauts had fallen in the Seventies； marking their grave and their memorial。 One of them had been black。 Brian Chaney thought himself lucky： he had air to breathe but those men had none。
He said aloud： 〃You weren't so damned clever； Ibycus！ You missed that one…your prophets didn't show you the new sign in the sky。〃
Chaney sat down in the tilted cart and stretched out his legs for balance。 The rifle was an unpleasant lump under his spine and he threw it aside to be rid of it。 In a little while he leaned backward and rested against the bed of the cart。 The whole of the southeast sky was before him。 Chaney thought he should go looking for Katrina； for Arthur and Kathryn； and a place to sleep。 Perhaps he would do that after a while； but not now； not now。
The stray thought came that the engineers had been right about one thing： the polywater tank hadn't leaked。
Elwood Station was at peace。