"My god." Blood. Ice. Thunder. Rain. Black. "My universe." Cold. Lost. Wary. Dead. Sorrow. Ivan is dead. Undoubtedly, irreversibly dead. Till is alive. Unfortunately, irrefutably alive. Ivan cannot escape death. He is dead. Till cannot escape life. He is alive. If he can get him back, however impossible it sounds. . . would he?

"Don't leave me." Fire. Aliens. Betrayal. Cities. Darkness. "Don't be afraid." Escape. Comets. Teeth. Sleep. Collars. Till survived. Ivan couldn't have hoped for anything more. He achieved his ultimate goal. He protected Till. Till is alive. That's all he wants. Ivan cannot escape death. He is dead. But Ivan would rather be dead than forget about Till.