Moth knew it was the night.
    Not the night the Fleshies would come back, he felt they might never come back home. No, tonight was the night he'd get in. He would get to Lämp, even if he broke every bone in his moth body along the way.
     Lämp, just hang in there. I'll save you! Moth thought, leaping off the streetlight he was on. He flapped his massive atlas moth wings, heading towards Lämp's house.