She took her husband’s hand.
‘I will need you,’ she said, ‘to be my Compass. When you died there, I took your body and soul, and planted it in This Land. What grows after US, will not be Us. It will be a holographic recording etched in particle form. They will look real, feel real, taste real - but it is a reel of what was, as we update our Soul DataBase with particles from this planet. I need to do this for Our Resurrection. It will take LifeTimes. I Need You To Be My Compass. No One Else Can Do This.’