The moon rises above peaked roofs, suddenly spilling over into their tiny hideaway. Spot sees an unfamiliar gleam in Race's eyes, though he cannot say whether it is caused or revealed by the light. It breaks over their heads, tinting everything ethereal, and it is too much from Racetrack. One too many times, one too many smiles, one too many tears. Everything he has been holding inside, in the deepest corner of his mind, breaks through and floods into his thoughts. It washes over him and he is nearly drowning in his own desire. He throws control to the winds.