"That's what I've lived for," said Old Arch. And he smiled and stopped
living.
Annie and my grandfather left him there and went back to the City and
told the guards and their family. A burial party was sent out; guards,
in their helmeted spacesuits.
People heard about it and followed. Everyone was curious because
they'd all seen Old Arch and wondered about him.
Hundreds of people went out the gate--so many, the guards couldn't stop
them. They saw the lean-to and the open fire and the woods and the snow
and the frozen creek. They smelled the air and the smoke. They heard a
bird. They tossed snowballs.
And then they went back and flung rocks through their City's Dome.