Harry lifts Daniel to his feet. Daniel's legs are weak, but his forearm is regenerating. With glazed eyes, Daniel and Harry watch as the burning stump elongates into white flesh, then further into long fingers. The flame dies, the hand is complete.
Nobody speaks. It is almost as if, with everything that's happened, this regeneration, this miracle, has become commonplace.
Tisha helps support Daniel, but she dare not speak, dare not break the silence.
To Maya, the presence of the silence is the presence of God, confirmed by the miracle she has witnessed.
And the sublime peace they all feel.