As the light fades and the first stars come out, an earthgrazer streaks across the horizon; Kim looks out across the windswept, freezing waters of the bay as SadFM echoes around him and the thin grey crackle of the pale recedes for a moment (want to be free / it will last forever / eternally ) and, just for a moment, allows the orphaned child he's sublimated deep within to make a wish: Let there be a summer night, dark and quiet and deep and the stars coming out, with just me, the Kineema, a cigarette and...

He stops the thought. There is no eternity here, although this boat ride stretches on endlessly into the twilight; they'll finish the case on the islet ahead and, solved, both mark it on their ledgers and go back to the way they were (...but deep in there, that traitorous, wish-on-a-star child wishes there could be a miraculous blank slate for him as well in a new life; he quashes that thought just as firmly as the other and turns his eyes back to the pale grey depths of the water).