Time marches on. Paranoia and anger is left to stew and fester. While on the road, Avis' spells dissipate into the ether, nothing lasts forever. While that is true, some things whisper at ages that span eons. An implicit promise that the lives of People, not just Awakened, are simply another ring in a trunk of a tree.
Each trunk stretches towards the sky, strong and majestic as rich reds and vibrant greens co-mingle with one another.
From afar, the size and scope of the forest is misleading but up-close, after the first car-tunnel carved into the trunk of a tree, these notions are disabused. The air is crisp and clean and filled with green and soil.
Referring to the folder, are instructions to See and to look for the Signs to point them in the right direction.