STEVEN
You did well. You knew it.
You did not only well, but the right thing, too - and that’s much more difficult.
You wanted to be chasing the Man with Two Guns, but… This town needed you.
Sadly, you died during the Great Defence of Ellinwood.
Not really great, not really a famous thing - but for your, and everyone in the town, it was more important than half the wars in the world.
JORDAN
Oh man… Such a bastard he is.
Such a fucking bastard.
You fell on the floor with eyes wide open.
You didn’t expect Ed to be so mad, so furious, so fucking silly and greedy.
Fuck.
BOTH
A coyote was howling in the darkness.
Only the moon was shining over the Saint Maria’s Cemetery not far from Ellinwood.
Rows of grave stones stood silent, but there were two fewer of them, than yesterday.
The graves were dug up. They were next to each other, and there were people in them.
One of them was a hero called Steven. He opened his eyes and looked up from his opened casket. He was alive - but he didn’t know why or how.
The other one was a dancer called Jordan. She was in a similarly opened casket, looking into the sky.
And there was no other man on the cemetery.