"Follow me, Den."
"Did you remember the passports? And the return tickets?"
"Would I let you down?"
Denephew gazed into Denise's eyes. "I love you, Den," he said.
"Sadly, Den, ours is a forbidden love," she replied.
"I'd love to replicate with you. But we can't."
Suddenly there was a mighty roar. From high above them, a giant white dragon bore down upon them, swallowed them up, then spat out two new Dens: rebirth.