The whole theater heaved a shuddering breath of relief when Will opened his eyes. When he found Stephen waiting there. There’d been some sobbing happening while Jason-as-Stephen begged Will to wake up, to please stay, to say something scientific and incomprehensible about this flower, please, God, please…
Will and Stephen chose each other again and again. Colby was watching with a small smile: parted breathless lips, caught up in the love story. Jason was too, though the other half of the love story sat there beside him and glowed with enjoyment at what they’d made.
More tears happened when Stephen’s ship went down. Colby and Jim had handled that moment exactly right: not overdone, but simple and horrific, a message, several sparse lines, stark truth.
Anyone who knew the novel would exp
