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  A montage of the New World, six months later, shows a destroyed and overgrown Civilization. Animals of all sorts lurk about.

  In a VOICE-OVER, Proctor is interviewed. He is oblivious to the grim situation and cheers on conservation and the rewilding successes.

  Rachel and her team are in the office. She tells them, "C'mon everybody, it's time to go and see who we can help out there." They race out, with crossbow and pistol tranquillizer guns.

  Within the destroyed city are stampedes of wildebeests and elephants, with lions perched on high. And there's a refugee caravan, of parents and kids, on foot, bicycles and rickshaws.

  Rachel and the Team courageously corral the refugees, poking and steering the stampede away. They race through a park, dodging crocodiles lurching out of a pond. They flee into an abandoned zoo, at Calderbury Park, past an old sign saying "Closed - 2003".

  But then Charlie, aka Cadwraeth, swoops in on a motorcycle, with others on motorbikes, too. He lassoes and diverts the animals surrounding the cage, and helps everyone inside to safety.

  At dawn, Ally and the Team decide to go off to rescue more, by "rewilding humanity". Charlie wants to take the kids to safety, in the South of England. "We know of a safe place." He looks to the woman he saved, Rachel, swooning at him.

  "I think you're supposed to go with him, Rachel, don't you?" says Ally. "Rachel Wallington?" says Charlie. You left the messages and check! Now he recognizes her, and take each other's hands.

  As they leave, Ally shouts, "Hey Charlie, why did they call you Cadwraeth?" A light comes to Rachel's eyes. "It's his name! Charles Andrew Darwin Rath!"

  In our last visit with Evey and Harry, she swats a lion growling at their door. "It's definitely time to move, Harry."

  Lastly, the storytelling Mom tucks in the kids. "And so, that is how the New World came to be, and how your Great Great Grandparents, Rachel and Charles, were a part of it all."

  As the kids roll over to go to sleep, we pull back through the window, revealing the environment outside the little room.

  The tiny shack is up in a tree. Down below, reverse evolution is in progress: A huge ground sloth, resembling the beaver, with a pale spot in his forehead, a huge shelled armadillo, monstrous elk, a sabre-toothed tiger, hairy elephant, all lazing around amidst dilapidated high-rise towers and overgrown civilization.