An apocalyptic flood, the water rises, the voice of God intones: I was wrong about the fire next time. It's water again. My bad. Nevermind, the sunlit path goes ever on, entwines with the mindstreams of the two surviviors, mother and daughter, sustained for now by their love for one another, their reason for being, to love. The water rises, they look into the sun and their eternal souls are commended to the cosmos, to be reborn into a better world, cleansed of corruption and darkness forever...let it be.