'May I?' Ruben asked. Stella smiled, floating into his arms along the narrow tubeway, her hair a grey halo.
A song popular in earlier days started to play.
'I'm sorry it had to be like this,' he said.
'I wouldn't have it any other way,' she replied. 'We have explored so many worlds together, I could never let you go on your own.'
The blast when it came tried to separate them, but they clung to each other as they always had. A glancing shard of metal set them spinning - dancing across the galaxy until the stars themselves grow cold.