"Romanticised?" Much had a little chuckle at that. "I think that might just be the stories. They probably didn't say anything about the rain, or the cold. Or the lack of food. Have you ever eaten squirrel, Martha?" He was glad when she managed a smile, even if it was a small one. He had no idea what she was talking about when she said 'blue box'. Maybe it was a box that she kept her important belongings in.
"The stars were going out?" Much looked up at them. "That would make things very dark. I'm glad that they are there." Looking back over at her, he nodded. "That was always how it was for me too. Somehow, Robin always managed to make things right again. Well, most of the time. We both saw so much together. But certainly not ghosts. Still, there are lots of people here who seem to know what they are talking about. I'm sure that everything will work out, in the end."