Furiosa - she keeps the war name Joe bestowed on her, it's hers now - walks the walls of the Citadel, and marvels at the dusting of green against the dunes.

It's nothing like home - nothing will ever be again. But the seeds Dag planted were from Home, and now and then the hot-dry wind gusts just right to bring a scent of green life and flowing streams to her nose and she is transported, just for a fraction of a moment, to the green peace of her childhood.