I cradle him in my arms. I know this is not really him; this is but lifeless shell. It is no more than his image. But some how I think that I hold on tight enough he will still be with me. How can I live without him? Was the price too high? I close my eyes and almost wish for death as Gray's body and I are lifted from the fissure. Warmth prickles my skin. I open my eyes and see the sun rising against the mountains. It is warm night. How long have I lived in cold desolate darkness? The sun rises today, and I know some where deep inside of me that the sun will rise for all the rest of my days. Still I clutch Gray's body, he warmed me in ways the sun cannot. I wish he could see this. A screech comes from above. I tilt my head up. Soaring through the new day is a gray hawk. He is majestic and somehow I know that Gray is flying with him. I smile as the hawk glides away form me, going in search of life that is present on the awakening the Earth. It is then that I realize: Death was only part of the journey.