I sit here, waiting. Wondering. I wonder whether you made it to one of the other temples in time. I wonder whether those temples held up at all. I wonder when we will see each other again. Dear Glauca, if you are reading this - know the one thing I do not wonder about is our love. No matter how angry the others here get, it is that love that keeps me grounded. I hope, somehow or another, that you can feel it too. We will meet again one day. - Alba