Casper hadn't been in the mood for a party tonight, but he hadn't been in the mood to just sit in his cabin either. Instead, he'd studied in the library until the Lodge had closed and then made his way outside to sit on the docks and look out over the lake. Eventually, he'd sprawled onto his back with one arm behind his head to look at the stars instead. They're beautiful but very distant and very cold and somehow make him feel very lonely. When he sees the shooting star, he thinks of the first time he ever saw one and what his mother had told him to do: to make a wish. He'd been five or six and he'd wished for ice cream. His mother had laughed and taken him for ice cream. Remembering this makes him laugh, but after the first breath his throat tightens and he stops.

"...I wish I could talk to you," he murmurs quietly to no one in particular.