Kate, Rachel, Rose, and Claire are getting used to what remains of their so-called lives. While they may never be “normal” again, at least they can count on each other - no matter what.
Whenever I think about his last days,
Wenn ich an sein Ende denke, fällt mir
immer wieder William Blakes Gedicht ein.
La fin de sa vie me rappelle
un poème de William Blake…
Quando penso nos últimos dias dele,
lembro do poema de William Blake.