Emily and Victor went on to have a full and blessed life together. Both her father and his parents lived more than long enough to see their grandchildren: first Victoria, and then (two years later) William.
On sunny spring days Emily would take their children for long walks and berry-picking excursions to the cemetery. On those days she would pack a picnic lunch, sit the two of them down by the lovingly-kept grave of their 'Mama Victoria', and tell them all about her old friend.
And, towards the end of her life, she would tell them the story of the Resurrection Stone and of how she and their father had learned for themselves that the power of love was much, much stronger than the power of death.
To this day, their descendants tell those same stories to their own children…