Hiro sat atop one of San Fransokyo's iconic wind turbines and stared longingly up at the night sky. He had tried to distract himself by counting the innumerable stars twinkling against the endless black backdrop, but it was no use. With a great sigh, he leaned back against the cool surface of the metal turbine. He should have been happy on a night like this. After all, he had been celebrating the reconstruction of his brother's robot with all of his closest friends only about an hour ago.
"Tadashi would be so proud of you," Honey had told him with a sparkle in her eyes.
But that was the thing. No matter how much work he did, how many hours he spent in his lab, how many tears he shed, there was nothing he could do. Tadashi was still gone. The pain was worsened by the fact that remnants of him were everywhere he turned. Hiro saw him in the school campus, on the bridge where they last spoke. He saw him in Baymax and his old nerd lab. His own home carried the most impactful of the memories. Tadashi's bed was still made up in the corner, his bookshelf gradually gathering dust. Neither Hiro nor his aunt felt it was right to touch any of it. Even Baymax seemed to be discontented with the thought of disturbing that sacred section of the room. When it was suggested to the family that they should try gradually removing the items, Baymax, who normally had thoughts to share about everything, kept silent.
"It is currently 9:45, pm," the robotic nurse stated, turning his head to look at Hiro through big black camera-eyes. "Your curfew is in fifteen minutes."
"I know, I know," Hiro sat up with another sigh. The last place he wanted to be at that moment was home. It was there that he would be bombarded with excessive sympathy and unsought attention. All he really needed was a moment to himself, alone in a peaceful place where he could sort through his thoughts without interruption. But he had to go home, at least for his aunt's sake. Ever since the fire, Cass had safeguarded Hiro as if his life was in danger at every second of every day. Showing up after curfew would give the poor woman a heart attack.
He grudgingly crawled onto Baymax's back as he began to spread his mighty red wings and flew off into the night.