I used to go for walks really late at night, when the sound of my footsteps were my only company and my breath came out misty in the cool air. I'd walk down our streets to the edge of town and find a dark place to sit to look at the stars. Sometimes, I'd wish that I would meet someone else out there, anyone, and we could sit and talk. Sometimes I'd imagine that someone else was out there like me, somewhere, thinking the same thing.