[Lance is pretty toasted now and he's slumped against the chimney with the bottle in his lap. He looks up at the stars, getting lost in a sad sort of way, but he's too intoxicated to get too deeply in touch with those thoughts.]
They do… or they used to. [He sloppily points up at a cluster of stars.] That's Ursa Minor, and that's… Cepheus, and that's… Andromeda. Oh, and there's Jupiter.
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They do… or they used to. [He sloppily points up at a cluster of stars.] That's Ursa Minor, and that's… Cepheus, and that's… Andromeda. Oh, and there's Jupiter.