Everything stopped.

The world.

Stood.

Still.

And Fresco stood still with it.

He felt her next to him, still holding his hand. It was only the two of them in the end. And it felt like the end. He held them all in his heart, in the palm of his hand. He chose and in choosing, everything was so clear.

Fresco was outside the City, looking in on them. And while he stared he remembered.

Everything.

The night at Last Stand when he won ...