They say that in the face of death everything becomes clear, and Ensei Takanto now knew that this was true. As he fell down clutching his chest in pain, he realized how terrible his mistake had been. Some people appeared, standing over him trying to help. But Takanto did not want help – it was too late now. Trembling, he raised his left hand and spread his fingers. Look at my hand! The faces around him looked, but he saw that they did not understand. On his finger was a carved gold ring. For a moment, the engraved letters gleamed under the Andalusian sun. Ensei Takanto knew this was the last light he would ever see.
It was the two of them up in the mountains, at their favorite inn. David was standing next to the bed, smiling at her. "So, what do you say, my beauty? Will you marry me?" Looking at him from where she lay on the bed under the sky, she knew that he was the man of her life. Forever. As she gazed into his dark green eyes, somewhere far away a deafening bell began to ring. It was pulling him away from her. She reached out to grab him, but her hands found only empty air.