She stands on the dunes and looks out towards where the Green Place used to be. What is now a toxic rotten home for only those who were left behind was once filled with life and smelled of poppies, till the rains stopped and the streams ran dry.

"We should leave soon," Valkyrie says, approaching Furiosa from behind. There's a storm on its way, dark ochre clouds gather in the distance and stretch for kilometres from east to west, and she's been standing there for a while now. This time, Valkyrie isn't sure whether Furiosa will even go with her.

"We will."

Furiosa comes here when time allows and watches the sky. The crows are the only things that survive in this wasteland, along with the fishermen. Remnants of a past she doesn't quite remember except for one thing: her mother.

Valkyrie remembers enough to tell stories of Mary Jo Bassa, or Maz as she was called, even if they're a bit bodged by her standards.

The clouds turn blood red with each flash of lightning, and the storm rolls closer as the winds push it forward.

"Okay." Furiosa pulls her lover into a hug and holds her till she can smell rain on the wind. She's used to being out here alone, but the courage Valkyrie gives her has no substitute. Bye Mum, she thinks. She takes Valkyrie by the hand and they make it inside the rig just as rain begins to fall. I'll be back again soon.