Stargazing
[[Autor, for once, looks strangely content. He's been feeding regularly, taking relatively good care of himself, and not spending half the day disconsolately awake, and as a result looks a little less grumpy and unapproachable. At the moment, he's sitting in the the field of grass beside his "house," alternately gazing up at the stars and making marks in a little notebook he has on his lap. Beside him lie a protractor, drafting compass and a magnetic compass which points north in the same direction Autor is facing. He appears fairly absorbed in his work, but for once he might not bite off the head of whoever decides to talk to him.]]