Rarely seen and never found

Left alone for the rest of the day, Gunner doesn't do much. He hibernates in his room, using up his box of kleenex as the episodes rotate off and on. Supper comes and goes, but he doesn't want to leave his room, and for once, they leave him be.

As darkness falls, Gunner finds himself at his window again, trying to see the stars through the glass and beyond the outside lights. It isn't easy as he fiddles with his papers again.

When Bree comes into the room, he whirls around, surprised, almost thinking she'd forgotten to return. He opens his mouth, but being told to stay quiet, he shuts it again and obeys. Finding something warmer and slipping on a pair of tennies,

As she grabs his hand, he holds on, being taken out and down the hall. For a moment, he feels like he's on an Elite mission and his stealth kicks in, letting him move silently alongside Bree. His confusion rises as they go out the emergency exit then up the stairs. He would ask questions, but he knew he just needed to wait.

Once they reach the roof, a bit of hope rises. But surely not.... there was no way that she.... His thoughts are proven wrong. Stopping in his tracks, he sees everything that Bree has set up. A lump rises in his throat and he tries to swallow it. Biting his lip, he swings a blurred gaze in Bree's direction. She had already done so much... and now she was doing more.

Able to get a handle on his emotions, he wanders to the telescope, fingering it, then starting to fiddle with the settings with a knowing eye. Turning back to Bree, a new glint has appeared in his sight. One that reflected in the moonlight. "Come here."

He motions for Bree to come closer as he looks through the telescope, making adjustments. "I'll show you the stars."

For the next hour, Gunner points out stars and constellations, using the books fore reference and finding clusters in the heavens. And for a brief time, the fact that they were standing on top of the hospital seemed to fade away. They were just stargazing, and it didn't matter where they were. Gunner's shell of confusion, fear and unstable emotions seemed to melt as he drew into his element.

Bumping heads for the umpteenth time, Gunner laughs and straightens lets Bree have her turn to look at the star he'd just pointed out. Sighing, he lowers himself onto the blanket, grabbing another potato chip to crunch on. While Bree is still looking through the telescope, he reaches into his pocket to pull out the paper he'd brought with him. It still had her handprint scribbled on it.

Holding it up against the sky, he cocks his head, studies it, then looks back around the stars again. Suddenly he stops. Turning the paper upside down, he blinks. "I found it."

Rolling to stand up, he is still staring upward. "Bree, I found it... come here."

He pulls her away from the telescope and backs her up, making her look up with him. It hurts to crane his neck back that far though, so he flops back down on the blanket, pulling Bree right along with him so they can lay on their backs and not get a crick in their necks.

Gunner points, letting Bree follow his aim. "See those stars spread out there? One... two, three... four.... five... then curling around below those?" A grin spreads on his face. "That's the Palm of Bree. Rarely seen and never found... until now."

Still on his back, he holds up the paper so she can see it now. He had found stars the approximate distance apart to be a giant replica of her handprint.