That lonesome street lit by a single orange street light, two tall white, eroding buildings closing in on either side of me, the unfamiliar stars above but that same glowing moon...
I'm missing it again.
Why does it still hurt?

'...and you know where I'm coming from, Fire Bomb...'

Just let me go back there, please? I wanna be somewhere foreign, somewhere different, somewhere new to explore and to help.
I don't want to be back home right now, I want to be away...