"We are the universe."
Tracey's voice surprised them. She raised her head from Rick's gentle cradling. Her voice was strong and certain.
Rick's voice faltered: "Oh my god! Are you ok?" His arms held her as if he didn't want her to move. But she pushed them away, knelt up and looked around.
"Stars," she said. "The Universe."
They were surrounded by what looked like the glossiest, most perfect photograph of the Universe. Here, a galaxy's arm ran around them; there, stellar clouds; there, pulsing light. All around, the crimson glow of red dwarves. Everywhere, deep and profound, the blackness.