In the halls of Titan Tower, on one of the lower levels, the stone monument to the fallen has a permanent addition. Once erected in error, it now stands in perpetuity to honor a martyr. Patrick soldiers on, emblazoned in stone. At the base, a strange bundle of blue and gold cloth.
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"Good morning Sam," came the crackled and ancient voice of Cliff as he rounded the bend to his favorite headstone, "Did we have another visitor in the night? More tulips for- well now, who's this?" Cliff stopped mid-sentence. The same cheaply-made tombstone for Samantha Garrison, once isolated, now stood with a companion. An equally nondescript tombstone, identical to Sam's in every way but for the words. "People don't tell me anything anymore, it seems," he mumbled, rasping his fingers through the white stubble on his chin. He leaned in closer to read the epitaph.
"Here lies Patrick Garrison," he read, stopping at the last name and looking at the stone to the right of it, Sam's, before continuing to read, "Some happy years, of happy birth, were spent by me with friends on earth. Although I'm gone to worlds unknown, I hope to meet you all again."
Cliff looked at the two stones, arranged as close as they could be without sharing a plot. At the base of both, each bore a single, blue, dew-kissed, tulip.