Tracy was waiting on the rocky beach. “Rolf—?”
“He’s dead.”
She lowered her head and looked at the capsule in her palm. “I’ve been holding this, fighting with myself...”
“Yes?” said Burt. “Who won?”
“There are no winners,” she said. She tossed the capsule into a pool of water trapped by the rocks. Together they watched the ripples spread out and disappear.