Will sifts through half-packed boxes in Maya's flat. He finds the Hugzilla plushie — oversized, ridiculous. He stares at it. IRIS stands in the doorway, watching him quietly. He talks about packing Maya's things.
Two years later. Will sits under a tree on a park hill, reading his notebook. IRIS walks up and sits beside him. They greet casually. A quiet, reflective beat.