One year later. Back in his village, he opens the garden gate. It has been rebuilt countless times, by him, by his long deceased older brothers, by his father. Now, so many years later, he stands looking at the morning sun coming through the gate. He thinks of how it has been repaired so many times that no part of it is original, only the structure remains unchanged. Opening it, he smiles when he feels it drag on the left side, as it always has.