Three weeks later…
Fallon stood on the platform, as always never more than a few feet from Kenji who was seated on cushions, his dais above the others. The cheers of his people, assembled in what had once been a playing field, drowned out the chanting of the priests and clash of cymbals and other instruments marking the procession of Kenji and the ministers.
Kenji held up his hands. Music and people all went silent except for the echoes of joyous sobbing in various parts of the field. “My beautiful friends,” Kenji began into the microphone set in front of him, “words cannot express my joy at being with you all once again. It’s truly a miracle what has happened. We are here together in a safe place, a place in which we can coexist with our neighbors and welcome a new chapter in our lives
