She lay awake in the semi-darkness, watching his chest rise and fall.  Manly, hairy arms lovingly, protectively encircle her burgeoning midriff.  An ethereal silver chord connects all four. 

Glancing down at the gracefully long fingers embracing her bare hip, she smiles.  She had watched the day that hand was set free, arcing through the air as it reached for a new life… a life as a new man in a new world where zeppelins filled the sky.

He planted his coral, his future, his soul, and his seed in fertile foreign soil, and all took root.  He chose to stay.