The bikes were a new creation which meant that, after many months, they could move further away from the colony and discover a little more of their new home. It gave Caoimhe mixed feelings, she still felt trapped on the plant constantly wondering if the colony would survive. They had been lucky so far but their existence remained on a knife edge. The bikes did at least give her a break from the tensions and endless pressures of colony life, it gave her time to relax. Tonight had been something very special, a ride out with nothing in mind but the chance to unwind but even so she felt guilty of taking even these few precious moments. It had been so long that she had begun to wonder if she would ever relax again, was it something that you could forget how to do, the thought had troubled her but not at this moment. They gazed at the stars taking in the sky that was so strange, so alien to them. Turlough was thinking of home and whether he would ever see it again. Caoimhe on the other hand was thinking of something, or more accurately, someone, so very much closer.