Full belly, good friends, and the sunset behind a troupe of tawny, half- naked hula dancers. Who needs the Bitchun Society, anyway? When it was over, we watched the fireworks from the beach, my toes dug into the clean white sand. Dan slipped his hand into my left hand, and Jeanine took my right. When the sky darkened and the lighted barges puttered away through the night, we three sat in the hammock. I looked out over the Seven Seas Lagoon and realized that this was my last night, ever, in Walt Disney World. It was time to reboot again, start afresh. That's what the Park was for, only somehow, this visit, I'd gotten stuck. Dan had unstuck me. The talk turned to Dan's impending death. "So, tell me what you think of this," he said, hauling away on a glowing cigarette. "Shoot," I said. "I'm thinking -- why take lethal injection? I mean, I may be done here for now, but why should I make an irreversible decision?" "Why did you want to before?" I asked. "Oh, it was the macho thing, I guess. The finality and all. But hell, I don't have to prove anything, right?" "Sure," I said, magnanimously. "So," he said, thoughtfully. "The question I'm asking is, how long can I deadhead for? There are folks who go down for a thousand years, ten thousand, right?" "So, you're thinking, what, a million?" I joked. He laughed. "A _million_? You're thinking too small, son. Try this on for size: the heat death of the universe." "The heat death of the universe," I repeated. "Sure," he drawled, and I sensed his grin in the dark. "Ten to the hundred years or so. The Stelliferous Period -- it's when all the black holes have run dry and things get, you know, stupendously dull. Cold, too. So I'm thinking -- why not leave a wake-up call for some time around then?" "Sounds unpleasant to me," I said. "Brrrr." "Not at all! I figure, self-repairing nano-based canopic jar, mass enough to feed it -- say, a trillion-ton asteroid -- and a lot of solitude when the time comes around. I'll poke my head in every century or so, just to see what's what, but if nothing really stupendous crops up, I'll take the long ride out. The final frontier." "That's pretty cool," Jeanine said. "Thanks," Dan said. "You're not kidding, are you?" I asked. "Nope, I sure ain't," he said. # They didn't invite me back into the ad-hoc, even after Debra left in Whuffie-penury and they started to put the Mansion back the way it was. Tim called me to say that with enough support from Imagineering, they thought they could get it up and running in a week. Suneep was ready to kill someone, I swear. _A house divided against itself can_not_ stand_, as Mr. Lincoln used to say at the Hall of Presidents.