He finds her sitting by the stream.
"You were right. It's clear as glass."
Her head snaps up at the sound of his voice.
"You're here."
He smiles softly.
"I'm here."
She jumps to her feet and reaches out to take his hand.
"I knew you'd come."
He takes her other hand and they stand there a moment, blue eyes boring into green. She is
nearly undone by the intensity of his gaze, but returns it with equal fervor. He's mesmerized -
she's looking at him like he's the answer to every prayer and her hair is glinting a thousand
shades of red in the afternoon sun.
He's reminded of that day on New Caprica, so many lifetimes ago, when she smiled at him
with a hint of mischief and maybe something more, then introduced him to the local flora.
They'd both gotten a little silly that night, and dreamed of cabins for two.
"Missed you."
"Me too."
The spell is broken and he pulls her into an embrace. Hands tangle in hair; lips find each other,
find bare skin, and find their way back again - lingering, savoring, caressing.
At last they come up for air.
"What happens now?"
She takes his hand.
"Come on."
She leads him down a path alongside the stream. He follows easily, suddenly noticing the new
spring in his step. 'Apparently the afterlife shaves off a good twenty-five years,' he muses.
When the trees clear, he sees it: their cabin, nestled among the pines on the waterfront.
"So this is heaven."
She looks around curiously.
"Do you think so?"
"Isn't it?"
"I don't know. I'm not sure that heaven is a place, really. Not in the traditional sense. But you're
here - we're here, together - so whatever this is, it's good."
"It is good."
She starts down the narrow path toward the water.
"You're gonna love the cabin, it's got an easterly view. You should see the light in the morning.
When the sun comes up over the lake it's–"
"-almost heavenly," he finishes, falling into step beside her.
She slows to a stop and turns to face him, looking both pleased and a little bemused. He takes
the opportunity to kiss her again, cupping her cheek and softly brushing his lips over hers.
"Reminds me of you," he whispers.
"You haven't seen it yet."
"I know."
She smiles at him again, that same New Caprica smile: mischievous and knowing, and definitely
something more. He takes her hand and they resume the trek down to the cabin.
"Let's go home."
