While they organise themselves Steve looks out over the town as the clouds smother the last points of light from the moon and stars. There are still gaps letting a few pins of light poke through, but they will all soon be gone as a darker heavier cloud approaches. He thinks to himself, forgetting his place:
They are safe now, for a while at least… It’s probably better that my love is not here to witness this horror… even taking into account her own terrible demise.
Besides, would I be free to take part in this chapter of humanity if I was burdened by her conscience? Her beautiful feminine mind and magical ability to see beauty and hope in everything… would it be a burden?