He found Norma weeping hysterically in his arm. The other arm hung limp, and he winced with pain as he drew her tight.
He choked and bent to her ear and said, "Yes, yes," and suddenly he bent to kiss her tear stained lips, and he wanted to brush away the hair from her face, but that arm refused to move. She trembled against him, and he whispered, "Yes."
The sunlight came in the broad windows and slanted across Bud's face, boyish and petulant still in death; the sun, moving toward noon, bathed the whole awakening world with light, and far beyond it, in space but not in time, lay other stars.
And Herb felt free. For the first time in his life. Here, on Earth....
It was a wonderful feeling.