I turn and run back to my room as fast as my shaky legs will carry me, but when I arrive the room is empty. The window is open, and Orion has left. I bolt to the window and look up. His constellation is still there, but it is faint in the light of the others. I can feel his strength, ebbing as the stars of his constellation flicker. Through our unique connection, I can feel his fear of death, his own heart aching with the pain of leaving, and it is too much too bear.