Back where we started. Outside, under the dome. A clock tower bongs incessantly.
“You gonna be alright?” Avi asks. “You’re sure you won’t need us for the next bit?”
“There are protocols in place for all of this. Rules decided on a long time ago,” Marty says.
“There’ll be a period of some mourning,” Shereef adds, “Then, an election.”
“We’ll go,” Avi says.
“Don’t forget to write,” Aquila signs off.
“This next part is Domes business.”