A lone pinpoint hovers on the grounds, like a star that had fallen from the heavens, and he watches as it follows the footpath through the castle gate and toward the village. He stands nervously in front of the shop he now owns and waits for the little star to navigate toward him, but when the trees obscure his view, his star disappears. Twenty more minutes pass and he feels like an idiot again, waiting for his happy future to just drop in his lap—