In Gameon, within secret walls of Harvest House, Nano Tek and GyroScope wave goodbye.
“They will be all right, Nano,” GyroScope says. “Sniff,” he moans and wipes his nose.
“Ah, I can only hope,” Nano starts.
Each looks to the heavens. Two loving souls, shortly ago, shot through an opening in the rooftop, whisked away to stars. Munchkins over the architecture had seen.
“I will miss them, so.” Grieving Nano, like GyroScope, wipes away a tear. “I might…”
“We will all miss ones so cherished, so special Nano, but as the deliverer, he promised to return.” Gyro’s lips lift; and eyebrows rise. “Theman has set the course. As he told, let a prayer be said that together, someday, all might ride the heavens.”
(Andrea Bocellia/Sarah Brightman)
I pray you’ll be our eyes, and watch us where we go
And help us to be wise in times when we don’t know
Let this be our prayer, when we lose our way
Lead us to a place, guide us with your grace
To a place where we’ll be safe