She was standing on top of a ravaged roof. It was snowing. She looked out over the snowy wasteland that had once been Heatherfield. For some reason this place kept appealing to her. It was where it had all began. The mystical energy source known as Sozanite had been found there fourty years ago. Sozanite existed out of very small pebbles. But these pebbles held a great amount of energy. People had found out that this power source was powerful enough to supply power to a country like the United States or Russia for two thousand years. The government, thinking this was the solution to their energy problems, immediately dug out all of the Sozanite and started experimenting on how to use this powerful source to it's maximum potential. After a few years, people had found out that, if you could concentrate it enough and then enrich it, it's power wasn't depleted as fast. They called this enriched version 'Sozanite-II'. With this new technique, one gram of Sozanite-II could supply power to a country like Russia for approximately ten thousand years. To good to be true, it was quickly used as an energy source all around the world. And it was, indeed, to good to be true.

An old man came walking towards her. He had brown hair with tints of grey in them and a beard to match. He wore a brown coat, with a white trunk underneath, and grey trousers, with black boots underneath them. When he had come close enough for her to be able to hear what he said, he spoke:

"Ah, I already thought you'd be here."

He saw how an elderly woman with long black hair looked at him. She had her hair in two ponytails. She wore a light blue robe and grey trousers. She also wore brown snow boots. She had a rose in her hands.

"Yes…"

The man came closer and saw that a tear was running down her cheek.

"Hey, don't cry now."

The woman looked at him.

"It's her birthday. And she's not here to celebrate it with us, while she should be here. It's not fair."

The man sighed and held the woman close.

"I know. Life isn't fair. Otherwise we wouldn't be in this entire mess in the first place. But things are going to change."

He made sure she could see his eyes, which showed a passionate fire.

"She's done it. Together, we have succeeded. And we will make right what went wrong."

Her eyes stopped watering. "Really? She has done it?"

Her sadness was replaced by joy. "That means…"

She looked out over the wastelands again. "We're coming…We're gonna do what you wanted us to do."

She threw the rose, which was caught by the wind and placed solemnly on top of a building which stood higher than all others.

"Happy birthday, C…"