(Many years after that.)
Terry and Jill calmly walked out of the compound together.
They go 20 miles or so along the top of a cliff on the coast of Oregon.
They stand and watch the sun setting in the ocean to the West.
The sea is turning a gentle gold, and the waves gather into their reflective calm.
A ship is sighted out there coming in from the crest of the world.
Somehow I remember there were some blues.
Many birds were following them.
For old times sake (and for many years after that) they tried mating.
We believe they were in love.