EPILOGUE
Time. Time was the great arbitrator. All things came in the fullness of time.
Locked up in their little rooms, away from the rest of the world, they waited. Their time would come again. Like the tides, time waits for no one. And like the tide, time continues on its way unchecked, unencumbered, to one day return from which it came.
Their time would come; they had only to wait. Only to wait…
