((Closed, Roy/Layla)) It was a world of endless possibility. Freedom at last. The two walked down the street, Roy marveling at how the light reflected off the wet asphalt. The depot was close by, he thought. But all that mattered was one thing. They were out. They escaped, and they planned to keep it that way, come hell or high water. "Now, let's go find that train."
I denied myself nothing my eyes desired; I refused my heart no pleasure. My heart took delight in all my labor, and this was the reward for all my toil. 11 Yet when I surveyed all that my hands had done and what I had toiled to achieve, everything was meaningless, a chasing after the wind; nothing was gained under the sun. Ecclesiastes 2:10-11