216 Two hundred and sixteen.

The conversation with Elijah had dampened her the mood that she had come in the house with and her husband without any delay, took notice of it. He kept a supporting hand on her waist throughout the time as they watched television and glanced at her time to time to make sure that she was okay during the dinner.

And now she was on the terrace drinking a hot cup of chocolate and staring at the sky above.

"You are supposed to be in bed." Her husband said as the first thing when he took a seat beside her. A glass of amber coloured liquid was in his hand.

"Don't I know it." She commented not taking her eyes off the sky. "For the first time in the year I had the pleasure to look at the sky and look at that, there are no stars."

"Does it matter?"

She sipped her chocolate, "well to some people it might."

He mirrored her action with his drink. "Well, I hope this some people know better and talk about what the matter really is."