I am the King of England. Angel is my wife. I am being interviewed. They ask about an heir. Angel gets upset and storms off. I leave the podium. I tell her if I die, she is going to be Queen before any distant male relative becomes King because she is kind, good, and wise. She smiles at me. She grabs my hand, and we go flying through a futuristic city. It's beautiful. We land in a baseball stadium in the middle of a game. The crowd cheers. We kiss, and they applaud.