The pain and bondage of self is gone. Trom is awake, now. Surviving death, around him he sees, Kivorkian, his lawyer, assistants, nurses, and so forth. They smile and say in unison "Euthanasia via my machine is a head of its time in this country of liberties" as magically, they all begin to yawn.
Trom walks out of the doctor's office. Smells several more trumpet flowers, admires there beauty yet all of them are not pleasant smelling. He notices it is much cooler in the shade. He wonders what is he going to do about this and decides that the first one he smelled was the most pleasant and returns to it only to leave the tree full of trumpeting flowers. He is giggling as he walks away.
