Kirsten and Dr Eleven watch over the world they once knew, one that is so far from memory that it seems like a dream.
Life is nothing but rubble. Kirsten trudges the land with her Symphony and scavenges for anything that can tell her about a single life in the past. Dr Eleven searches for a place where people can live in peace. There is still a strong sense of hope in both of them.
Friends, family and other loved ones are lost: a brother, a best friend. Still, there is family to be found in the kinship that comes with tragedy. Sorrow is very real, but survival is not sufficient.
Some people survive in the new world. Others are lost and keep hope, but in the wrong place. There is no savior coming back to fix the world. There is no religion, no prophet to repair the damage done not just on the land, but on the essence of humanity.
Life is dreary living realistically, without the hope of the renewal of the old life. It is better to live a life alone than one where you must be a sheep under the watchful eyes of giant seahorses, stuck in a disastrous world and a self inflicted cell of irrational conviction.
Although our two heroes are one real and the other a fantasy, they share the happiness that comes from living for oneself in a world where everyone is meant to mourn their sudden and complete independence.