It was Junia, brilliant, buoyant, yellow haired, with bright brown eyes, tingling cheeks, and white laughing teeth that showed against her red lips.

She held up a finger at him.
"I know what you've done, and it's no good at all.

You can't live without us, and you mustn't," she said.

The old man glowered still, but a reflective smile crawled to his lips.

"No, it's finished," he replied.
"It had to come, and it's done.