Outside, it’s dark and cold and wet, the kind of splashy night when puddles grab for car tires and the coloured lights of passing stores blur like melted ice cream.

But inside the car, Luke is warm and safe and dry, snuggled between his brother and sister, fighting the sleep that dances on his heavy eyelids. There’s so much to look at and listen to-the slithery line of red taillights… dozing skyscrapers thump and click-click of engines in the the … velvet dark the soft conversation of his … parents in the front seat.