There was no air travel. No ships. No trains. The world's infrastructure had collapsed. But there were bicycles. There were maps. There was time all the time in the world.
Leo calculated the distance from the UK to Japan. Thousands of miles. Oceans. Continents. Impossible.
But Yuki had an idea.
"There's a boat in the harbor near my apartment. A sailboat. The owner is dead. I've been learning to sail from books. It's not impossible."
Leo had never sailed in his life. But he had learned Java from tutorials. He had learned Shopify from YouTube. He had learned to survive from nothing but stubbornness and fear. What was one more impossible thing?
"I'll meet you somewhere," he wrote. "Halfway. Somewhere in between."
"Russia," she replied. "The coast. Vladivostok. I can sail there. You can... I don't know. Walk? Find a way?"
He smiled at the screen. It was the first genuine smile in months.
"I'll find a way."
They made a plan. Three months. Maybe more. They would travel toward each other, across the ruins of the old world, carrying nothing but hope and the memory of human connection. They would meet on a beach somewhere, two strangers from opposite ends of the earth, the last man and the last woman.
"What if we're the only ones?" Leo asked.
Yuki's reply was immediate: "Then we're enough."