His front porch might be his favorite place, in the house, in the world, anywhere he's ever been—the Egyptian pyramids, the grand city of Babylon, name a place, he was there—it's a magical place. He sits there, in the morning with a cup of tea; in the afternoons when he's waiting for Jack to come back with the school bus; at night, when even Ben has given up on staying awake. He looks at the stars, and sometimes, he makes a wish.

He watches the moon, and he prays for Arishem, the skies, and all the other Gods worshipped by the people of this world to please let him have this for just a moment longer. Just another minute in the grand scheme of things, the lifetime of his husband and son.