Does this story continue at a future time or it does continue the next day?

It continues five years later

Peggy and her former tent mate sat in front of a roaring fire, enjoying the feel of the heat upon her naked body. True, her nipples were hard, but that was probably due more to factors apart from the temperature.

"Should I get you a sweater, sweetheart?" asked her friend.

"No, thank you," said Peggy. "And stop trying to tempt me. You know darn well I took a vow of nudity."

"I know," said her friend. "I did, too. But I can't help teasing you -- you're so cute about it."

"Well, all those strange rashes I got every time they tried to make me try to wear clothes weren't very cute," said Peggy. "I'm just so glad they stopped trying to make me do that."

"Well, that nice man from the SSR did say they were sorry."

"Well, that nice man also shot our founder. What do you suppose he was trying to say to us there at the end?"

"I don't know," said the blonde. "Maybe something like 'good luck.' Or 'don't worry.' Or one of those long speeches from Shakespeare or Dickens. Who knows?"

"Well, whatever it was, it probably wasn't important," said Peggy.

"Well, it seemed important enough to make that nice man from the SSR feel guilty enough to arrange for you to have a government pension. Now you'll never have to work again in your life. "

"But I liked working," said Peggy.

"Did you really?"

"No," said Peggy. "I'm just kidding. I'd much rather stay home with you."

Her companion laughed. "I'd rather you do that too."

"Only..." said Peggy.

"What?"

"I can't wondering if the Founder -- the man who brought us together -- the man who made all this possible -- I can't help wondering if he had some final message for us. Or if not for us, at least for me."

"Well, whatever it was, it couldn't have been that important or he would have told it to you a lot earlier."

"Yes, I suppose he would have."

And with that, Peggy Carter closed her eyes and leaned her head upon the naked shoulder of her blonde companion.