"Huh? He ain't movin'", says Bobby, poking you.
"Aw, Bobby. He's just dead. I fed him hardening solution at Dr. Milkweed's instructions, & then I felt bad, you know. I just wanted him to die in the wild."
"Oh, OK. You got a heart o' gold, woman. Sometimes I think a little too golden, you know. Like mebbe 14 karats'd be enough. Geez." Behind your closed eyelids you hear a lot of kissing, then a pair of retreating footsteps. You wheel home, & on your way find your family tied expertly to treesMarli hadn't wanted them to find you. You all embrace & go eat pizza.