robby says that sometimes, the day after a hurricane, the sky is unreal, with a clean look to it and more shades of blue than normal. The cloud arrays seem planned rather than random. Once on a moonlit night back when he had the dilapidated sportscar, he put the top down and went out into the country and found an isolated road where it seemed safe and prudent to turn off his headlights and just fly like hell looking at the sky.