Beth just watches while he lifts each fingertip to his lips.

And she doesn't take her own bite out of the apple until he's done.

She chews thoughtfully and finally says, "Well, that depends on what's left to see." She starts to take another bite, then stops to add, "We could go see what's left of some of those man-made landmarks, I guess. What's good to do on Earth in the future?"

Her eyes angling up to the ceiling, she wonders if they could somehow find the exact spot where St. Bernadette's used to be. Or her home.

Her real home.

That would be really fucking surreal.

"We should watch a sunset."