Beyond, the unknown lay before us once more, and another impossible task. The four of us emerged from the earth and turned our steps west, toward the last hope for Salvation.

Here in the enclave, one didn't prosper by demonstrating too much independent thought.

Don't worry he tells me tenderly. It doesn't matter who you've been, who you are, or who you become. I'm with you every step of the way.

. . . and I don’t expect him to suborn his life into mine any more than I would change my dreams for him. We’re not one soul, one being, however much we love each other.

Just . . . love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.

Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.

If you don't tell me what's on your mind, I can't guess