[One Month Later.]
The soft glow of the villa theater illuminated the faces of its occupants: Michael, Erika, Mira, Tyson, Jennifer, Maria, Niki, Norman, Deck, Ralph, Levi, and Ricky. They were a tableau of quiet contentment, their gazes fixed on the screen where Tom and Jerry's timeless antics unfolded.
Erika leaned into Michael, her head finding a comfortable resting place on his shoulder. A sigh escaped her lips. "I can't believe it's all over," she murmured, a hint of lingering disbelief in her voice.
Michael gently stroked her hair. "Yes... We lost good people on the way, but they will be happy knowing the world is now at peace." His words carried a weight of shared experience, a quiet acknowledgment of the sacrifices made.
Erika nodded and tightened her embrace around his waist, seeking solace and reassurance in his presence.
