Full Circle

This is where we came in. By now it was the winter of 2004, though, in truth, he didn't expect to be dead so soon. With his conspiratorial mind he suspected that the government were trying to cover up some story that they didn't want people to know about and knew that this story would occupy a lot of news space. Immediately he emailed Jenny and asked when she would be able to come over, though he suspected that it wouldn't be until after Christmas. And then he switched off his computer, and wondered what the future held for them both, and what the consequences of his actions would be in the long term. Had he ushered in a new age of ecological awareness, or was he just pissing into the wind? Would the movement he had created be hailed as the people who saved Civilisation when it was under threat, like his ancestors on Skellig Michael a millennium and a half before, or like the medieval Christian mystics who thought the apocalypse was nigh? Would Jenny make it here in one piece? Would he ever see his family again? Would he ever return home to Ireland? If and when he did, would it be united? There was nothing he could do anymore except sit on the beach and let the cool breeze blow over his body and wait.