Three days later, Callum and I drove through the cleared streets of Krapper on our way to Heartland Cemetery. One by one and at a rapid speed, the new trees had vanished, quicker than their blossoming into existence. Poof. There and then gone. Lily and Tram were keeping busy convicting all the escapees back to the Core.
According to Callum, the hinge between the Trinity trees had been restored when I'd thrown the black sticks into the pregnant garden. The fallen gates had been magically erected, and the jagged chasm that had been the graveyard had sealed almost instantly.
Other than people's trashed houses and the stain on their memories from that night, everything appeared to be back to normal. Rumors flew all over town about what happened, including an alien invasion, the zombie apocalypse, the Bible edition of the end of days, and a worldwide drug-induced hallucination caused by toxic mushrooms.