There was silence. Olive and Ilana couldn’t feel anything. Were they dead, or still on the islands? Then they felt each other’s hands in their hands. They knew they were alive. They opened their eyes, slowly. They saw the home that they had protected. Celebrations were put off, first they had to take it in. It was true. They had won. Then a clatter broke the silence. One two-pound coin had fallen from Olive’s clothes. Olive and Ilana looked down, then a slow grin spread in their faces. They both knew what they were thinking. “Magic Markers?” Olive asked. Ilana nodded. One might think there was a mighty celebration. But it wasn’t like that, not really at the moment. It was rather quiet, as this victory brought them all something more than their lives. Everyone was deeply immersed in numerous thoughts. So many people had fought for them, so many that they did not even know. Strangers had just run out and protested for other people’s lives. Everyone says that this world was corrupt. They say crime is all over the place. You don’t see much positive things on the news; you see statistics of pollution or a serial murder or another developing social problem. People tell you not to believe anyone. But this event proved it. Everyone was good in their nature. That day, no one really cared about pollution, serial murderers or social problems. They flung their doors open and just ran straight out; but no one took advantage and broke in. They were people, and they went to that extent trying to save other people. It might sound difficult to believe, but if thought about simply, that is just the plain and natural way things are and should be. There was one more thing that set the people’s hearts aflame with joy at the discovery of their success. The opponent they were so furiously trying to stop, the government, they were people too, in the end. They were people, and they did indeed save other people. The straightforward truth shone through the hearts of every single person. No matter how much humanity might develop social problems like a cavity spreading through, the people were people. And they were good in their hearts. Hunger, sorrow, poverty, power, they might pull the people’s minds into immorality. All that might spread like cancer. But humanity was meant to be good. Everyone started out as that innocent wail of a newborn. Everyone started out curious and loving and endearing, embracing the world and the future. So it was true. Justice was meant to prevail, from the start and always.