"I have a good place in mind," Nigel says, his voice hoarse with grief. "There's a field outside of the city, about an hour's drive." Isaac nods and whispers, "I know it. She and I used to hang out there, underneath a big oak tree..." Looking at Nigel, he says, "Let me carry her. It's the least I could do after everything that's happened." Nigel opens his mouth to refuse, then closes it. Nodding, he gently extracts his legs from underneath Sarah's head and stands up as Isaac scoops her up in his arms. Wrapping his arms around Arlia, he kisses the side of her head, whispering soothing words to her. Isaac waits until everyone else had gone on ahead before slowly following them, his old lover limp in his arms.