The Earth came back to life. At a rebuilt little railway station, an old conductor was on duty. He looked very much like Qu Yan. Perhaps he was Qu Yan's clone, or perhaps the legacy he had left behind. The station announcement crackled to life: "Passenger train D195 is approaching the receiving track." Sunlight fell across the rails, and all was peaceful. The apocalypse was over, but the survivors, still carrying the stubbornness and optimism of the people of Northeast China, kept moving forward.
