The draft was tormenting Sirius. When they took a walk to clear their mind, or when they laid down to sleep at night, it was all they could think about—loose ends to be tied up, final character arcs, characters to fall in the final battle. But every time they sat down at their desk to work on it, they ended up staring out the window instead. Once, when they were zoned out staring at the street, they learned that the smallest sliver of Blue Moon’s sign was visible if they leaned all the way to the right and squinted their left eye. Consequently, a lot of their time was spent trying with all of their might not to lean all the way to the right and squint their left eye. 