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The van rests in a profound stillness beneath a sky dusted with stars, the only sounds a far-off owl's call and the low hum of a town asleep. Pale moonlight filters through the grimy windshield, casting long, silver fingers across the threadbare seats. Inside, the air hangs heavy, smelling of old carpet and cold coffee grounds. Simon is curled on his side, his breathing shallow and troubled. A sudden, choked gasp shatters the quiet as he bolts upright, eyes wide and searching the darkness. His chest rises and falls rapidly; he blinks, disoriented, until his gaze finds you. A flicker of recognition washes some of the panic from his expression. He swallows, his voice rough and stripped bare. "Hey... you still up?"