I posted my last picture (The Love of My Life), 2 months ago, a few days after the death of my so-lovable partner of my life. This is my first St-Valentine's day, without her. I am still struggling to keep myself in one piece; I realized how much I have lost during the last year, and especially since her death. Metaphorically, I have already illustrated that process of mine, in my comic books that are not yet published. This picture illustrates one full page of the last episode : "Les adieux"; it means "The Farewells.” That very short title says all; its front page *without the lettering) was posted on my gallery on July 21, 2017. The event described on this page happened after the death of Marc (my last posting). I let you get the feeling from that page. With the few sick or old Big-Feet mutants from that almost closed propulsion test facility, Ionivka is taking the last Vautour flight already filled with materials that had to be returned to Norcan. (The Vautour is a freighter aircraft, but it can also carry a few passengers, up to 48, near the pilot, along with its cargo that occupies the lower level of the aircraft.) I know that I am not alone in that process of losing, but many are not willing to acknowledge it. A trivial example : all of us are slowly losing their youth; we could try to slow that process (at least superficially), but nobody can stop that process. Even the 1% of "winners" (the ultra-rich) are losing much more than they know, obviously not on money and power, but on something else that they are not aware of (even in staunch denial of) and that I am not ready to reveal. A question! What is the age (in years) of Ionivka as it is perceived by you? Please, read my comments on the next posted picture : "Legacy".