usk arrives on the lonely plains. In the distance a magnificent plume of clouds can be seen - gleaming with fuchsia and coral. Two brothers arrive at a river bank under a nostalgic yew tree, carrying a cluster of wildflowers. They bow their heads before a pair of tired headstones blanketed in vines. Two worn names can just be seen crudely etched in stone.

A soft breeze embraces the siblings as they lay the bouquet at the foot of the memorial.