Tom and Myra were slumped on a log beneath the shadow of stars. They spoke of memories, plays and everything in-between. The young told the old and old told the young. The only thing they didn't know was that by the end neither of them were the same. She was no more her and he was no more him. They merged into one and as one they will carry a bit of other as long as they live, long after they forget the conversations.