"I have something to tell you."

These are not words you want to hear from your girlfriend when you first walk in the door after a late night at work. Still, Lewis tried to stay calm, tried not to let his imagination get ahead of him. He sat down at the formica kitchen table, looking up at Sadie. She was actually wringing her hands. He thought that only happened in stories. A long pause...

"Well, honey? What is it? You're making me kind of nervous here."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I just... Ok. Here goes. I'm... I'm a lunatic."

"What?"

"I mean in the traditional sense. I love the moon. I'm crazy about it. Look out that window. Just look! I see that, the full moon, hanging there and I just... when I was a kid, and people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always always always said 'astronaut'. I'm still there, Lewis. I want to walk on the moon. I want to fly in a rocket ship. I want to howl at the stars. And when the moon's full and it's clear and it's just out there..."

He grinned and reached out for her hands, taking them gently in his own. "Is that all? And here I thought you were going to tell me you were a werewolf or something. You're not, right?"

"Not that I've noticed." She laughed nervously.

"Well." He glanced out the window at the moon, silent and glowing and white in the night sky, slightly washed out by the city lights. "Well" he repeated. "I've got just one thing to say to all that."

Her face was expectant.

He turned his head and howled, jubilantly. He was sure it would scare the neighbors. So be it. "Let's grow up to be astronauts. I'm a lunatic, too."