The parting of ways, and they never meet in the crowd.

Viktor, hurt but aloof -- looks around, but to no avail.

Ice glistens on his cheeks; people cheer him goodbye.

Bulgarians chant his name, but all he can hear is a rush in his ears.

His last memory, a moment of passion and lust.

It's all he has and he has to hold on to it.

Melancholy music plays on an infinity-tape; no one else can hear.

He stands at the mast, one hand on its berth.

The lake consumes them and with it goes the spirit of Cedric.