The grass was wet against their backs. But it was still warm and smooth. Above them the clouds smiled back purple and violet as the sky bled crimson red. The air smelt smooth. In the distance the sun was setting just behind the Box City, making everything beautiful. Ragged shapes became like pearl edges. Almost inaudible she whispered, "One day the sky will fall, and hope will die and we will lie there..." "And in that beautiful time, we will all dare to be square," he finished. Slowly the stars began to howl at the galaxy and the trees began their swaying dance as the wind came from hiding, begging a chance. But to them nothing changed. Because they had both found a place unbroken.