Corbyn looks down and gasps. He sees Maddy supine, lying peacefully in a rosewood casket. She is clothed in the only summer dress she ever wore. Her shoulder-length brunette hair frames her perfect face and flows freely onto the casket’s pillow. Clutching a single daisy, Maddy’s hands are clasped at her waist. Her eyes are closed for good.
In a final act of tenderness, Corbyn brushes Maddy’s hair away from her face. He tries to tell her that everything will be all right, but the words never emerge. He pleads inside for her to get up and walk away with him. But he has no choice: he must accept that she will never move again. His one true love is…and always will be…dead.
Team SoNaR is no more.