The decks were empty, and still no sign of Illya. Napoleon helped the last of the passengers into the final lifeboat, but refused when they called for him to join them.
"Have to find a friend." He saluted, trotting off to the starboard side of the ship.
The lights flickered, as water was flooding the electric room. Solo turned a corner, colliding right into his partner; the two grabbing each other by the wrists with a smile.
"I think we have missed the boat." Illya quipped.
They stood, side by side at the railing looking out into the black ocean.