That just struck me as beautiful and serene. It had been several months since "The Darkness", as the media called it, had subsided. People had begun to sleep at night without the fear of being burned in their beds. Children occasionally played outside, at least in back yards and behind fences. A lone Chinook passes overhead and flies low over a heavy forest bright with the colors of fall foliage. It's crew is somber and quiet. It passes the towering cliffs at the shoreline, with the Atlantic crashing mightily on the rocks. Traitors, once resolute and defiant, but now suddenly repentant of their treasonous oppression, begin to rain from it's open doors. We see, looking back, a sky filled with hundreds more making their way to the coast and the rising sun casting a golden hue over a free and sovereign America.