<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>&amp;quot;And with waking, we must continue,&amp;quot; Terrence said as he left one last kiss on Sara's lips, aiming to extend this one.  The taste of her lips was a sweet treasure, one that Terrence was glad to have dug up, so to speak.<br/>He never took things for granted, but that one single feeling could keep him alive until the Earth came full circle and destroyed itself again.<br/><br/>Rising up from his bed, he donned his clothing and his gun-belt.  Sara still had his second revolver, and she would go on having it until he could use it again, perhaps.  His draw still felt uncomfortable and sloppy, but he would have to make do.  He had survived as long as he had on sheer willpower, and determination to reach the end by way of the natural order (no matter how fucked up it was now) and be satisfied that not even a scorched, desolate and inescapably disgusting world hadn't broken him.<br/><br/>Though with Sara at his side, and he at hers, love had been released from it's carnal prison and allowed to glow like the sun and it's muffled light.  Terrence would walk through a thousand burning worlds before he let his love go.  Gone were the days of looking back, and gone were the days of unrequited hatred and contempt.  For only the two of them, a new world was ushered in, of which a brighter pallet could be found.  His father would be proud, and this thought brought a smile to Terrence's face.</div></blockquote>