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"Not yet. Want to turn on the TV?"
Laura shook her button nose. "God, no. I've had enough of death for one day." She ran the fingers of her hand through Myers's newly-combed hair. "Though I would be very curious as to what news there is about that videotape." She allowed Myers to kiss her fingers once more. "Without turning on the TV, what do you think the world's reaction will be?"
"Heaven is in the eye of the beholder."
Laura pulled her fingers away, gently. "Did you make that up on your own?"
"I did." Myers pulled her arm back to his lips, and kissed her hand. "Now death is like a dream: people will see their selves reflected back when they contemplate it. Some will see peace after a life of misery, some will see redemption after a life of sin, and some will see reward for martyrdom."
Laura pulled her arm back once more, her smile more sly than before. "And what do you see, Mister Myers?"
Myers tugged at one of her arms with a grin of his own. "I see a girl up way past her bedtime." He waited until they stood toe-to-toe in the midnight darkness to ask, "What do you see in heaven?"
Laura drew close, and ran the splayed fingers of a hand up underneath her lover's t-shirt. "The only thing I see is that I no longer have to look."
The two lovers stepped indoors off the balcony, their bare feet padding past the silent television set to the same frequency.