It's all Reid can do to not collapse in a heap and never get up again. The fence just stands there and hums its electric heart out, offering nothing in the way of comfort. It can't be. It just. Can't. Be. Reid's head whips back and forth, searching both directions while he paws through his memories of where the moon should be. It's possible he's wrong, and somehow he's made it and is looking at the reverse side. But the glowing half disc above him tells him what he needs to know as it climbs ...