"Nux." Even in the dim light, she can see that it's him. The scars across his face, the shaved head and lanky frame. The War Boy whose death she had witnessed so that she and the others might be free.

She can't breathe. If he's here, is she dead? He had spoken of Valhalla, a place where he was awaited, but this didn't feel like a paradise for War Boys. Will there be others be here? Angharad, The Keeper of the Seeds- Joe?

"I'm here," she echoes, kneeling on the ground beside him. Her hand is still on his shoulder; steadying herself. Reassuring herself that this isn't just a dream. "Are we dead?"