Al walks up the stairs. At the top, a bright light shines from a doorway. Reaching it, he looks out at the vast field below him. But things seem different here than from the first floor. Drabber. Sadder. A sorrowful tone plays along the wind. Yet, despite this, he still feels happy. He takes a step forward, sure to not go over the edge of the cliff in front of him, and surveys the area. About a half mile away, another city stands, on the top of a flat-topped mountain. He swivels his head towards the rest of the group, smiling, "We made it," he knows that this isn't anywhere near the end, but small victories.