bear that colour. The only one that ever should. “We have to go,” Hector whispered. The winds began howling. Al’s braid whipped sideways, but the rosebush wasn’t fazed at all. Like it didn’t belong to this world anymore. To any world. “I’ll come back. I promise,” she whispered into the gale, helped Pete and Hector into the back and shut Percival’s door to the howling winds. Al clutched the steering wheel, watched the yellow roses vanish in a sea of mists, and pulled the car off the road, away from her friend, toward more mist, to face a world she no longer understood. The rosebush continued to bloom behind them, each flower covered in a fine layer of freshly-cried dew.
Epilogue
The watch lay quietly in Hector’s hand. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get it to wind up. He couldn’t even open it. Stella’s other great-granddaughter sat sullenly beside him. He missed Molly, and he’d only known her for a short time. He understood what the Taverner girls were going through. What it felt like to lose your world. To lose everything. He understood the grief. The anger. The madness. He held the watch in his hand and looked outside. The spare sand he’d brought was almost gone. He’d used so much of it already, just trying to keep them safe. And if he used too much, he wouldn’t be around to help them anymore. He looked up to see Al, back in the driver’s seat, observing him from the rearview mirror. Her eyes were still grief-lined, but determined. She intended to see her sister safe, if that was even possible. The question was in her eyes now. Would they live? He held her gaze for a time before looking away. He had no answer to give her.
The End of Nigh 1
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