You have not lost your way?
AOYAGI
I have but just found my way.
OBAA-SAN
My pain is stilled. There is no emptiness. It is a dream—a dream of spring and butterflies—Aoyagi!
[She stretches out her arms and silently Aoyagi glides into them—as though they had always been waiting for her.
OBAA-SAN
I seem never to have known a time when you were not here.
AOYAGI
Oh, mother dear, it is now—and now is always, if we will.