Sunshine doesn't normally go in for boating, in part because fishing tends to be involved, and she's never been a fan. But there isn't a rod or tacklebox in this rowboat, just some comfy seating and a basket that, upon cursory examination, reveals nothing more than food intended for human consumption.

Really, though, it's the sky that has her attention. You can't see the stars in Manhattan. Even back home, with the overall population depleted as it is, you don't get skies like this. (Well, you probably do in a lot of places, but traveling far enough from civilization to avoid light pollution is pretty ill-advised.)

For a few minutes, she just leans back in her little boat and stares up at the sky. Then she pulls her jackknife out of her pocket. It glows a warm, comforting gold in contrast to the blues and greens that surround her. She pries open the second blade - the dull, lint-covered one she barely ever uses - and wedges it between two of the planks at the stern, like a little clement lantern. Or a beacon.

All right. Time to more thoroughly investigate the contents of this basket.