Jen. The grief he"d been avoiding for days welled over him again. But, "I"m doing this for you, too, Jen," he whispered, too softly for Jen"s dad or the bug to hear over the car"s hum. "Someday when we"re all free, all the third children, I"ll tell everyone about you. They"ll erect statues to you, and name holidays after you...." It wasn"t much, but it made him feel better. A little.
Luke stared back at his family"s farm as long as he could. He could see just the roof of Jen"s house beyond the spa.r.s.e line of trees. And then, in no time at all, it seemed, everything familiar disappeared over the horizon.
Lee Grant turned around to see what lay ahead.
The End.