Well. Makes things easier I suppose.

So, what is this? The afterlife or something? Far be it from me to judge, it’s much emptier than one would imagine.

[ The images in the pond fade a bit. Perhaps it was time to leave the pond, huh? Molly steps out, hobbling to the shore and sits there, still dripping wet and leaving puddles in the similarly colored sand. ]

I didn’t really believe I’d make it this far.