Peter moived closer, and given the importance the other seemed to place on the fact's secrecy, whispered back. "Tamil, I'm from a place where some days and some nights, all we do is look at the sky. There's no punishment for it, or disease that happens because of it."

"I've seen stuff out there that makes the idea that you're being punished seem at least possible, but if it is the real answer I'm not sure we can help."

Peter racked his brains, trying to come up with something. If the sky was really part of the answer, what could've come from it that would cause thi-his brained jumped. From these people's perspective, he came from the sky. What was he to say something else couldn'tve.

"Tamil," He whispered again. "When you looked at the sky, did you see something up there that wasn't the sun, moon, or stars?"