"Up here," Aquila says. "It's the only way to see it now."

Of all the times and places Avi had been, the night sky had been pretty consistent.

Until this time.

This was no cloudy sky. This was not a side effect of light pollution or the weather. This was one thing, and only one thing.

"The last star. By my calculations, we have less than seven days."
"Well, then," Avi sighed, "we should probably make the most of it."