"Well, one of us has to be, might as well be the pig."

He'll follow her out, blinking into the sunlight. It's a small thing, but he never thought he'd enjoy it again. Just the simple feeling of the sun on his skin. He smiles, looking around, at the people going about rebuilding. The people of San Angel were nothing if not worthy of admiration. To pick themselves up from the brink of disaster.

"We'd better get to work."