Gourdy and Toodles

*1000000000 years later, when humanity is dead*

*Gourdy shifts in his sleep, his grip loosening slightly as he sinks into a deeper, more restful sleep than he's had in days. A faint smile crosses his face, even in his fevered state. Meanwhile, back in the living room, Toodles is quietly cutting out paper trains, humming softly to herself. Teagan sits nearby, carefully folding origami birds for a mobile, her movements calm and precise. The house is quiet except for the soft rustle of paper and the distant chirp of a bird outside*

Teagan: how about you two go play outside? *Teagan says, smiling*

Toodles: Really? We can go outside?

Rodger: Go touch some grass you've been inside too long.

Toodles: :O