Gobo smiled across at Louie once he heard that. Good, he's carrying his song with him, that'll be important someday.

As they walked, the pathways steadily went up, and up. Soon, fresh air wafted down past them, and the sound of a nighttime yard hit their ears. The light shifted in its own way, gaining the sort of richness that only the stars and moon can give it, and it wasn't much longer before they arrived at a wide opening. Here Gobo paused, looking outside.

"All quiet out there. Let's go." And out he went.