Authors Note: Written on the eve of April 12, in celebration of Vincent and Catherine and the love they share.

Disclaimer: How can I own two perfectly real people. Oh well. I'll say it anyway- I don't.

Today was Vincent and Catherine's anniversary.

I wonder what they're doing.

They could be locked up in their brownstone, or in some deep chamber Below.

They could be celebrating with the whole of the community- to have their own celebration later, in private.

Vincent could be grieving.

It's possible, though not very appetizing.

In fact, I hate to think it.

But it's possible.

It's just so long, you know.

So long since the first twelfth of April.

So much time for things to happen.

So much time.

So much time for marriages to happen,

fall apart,

children to be born,

for people to die.

For others Above to learn of Catherine's secret.

So much could happen.

So much time.

Somehow, I know they're all right- like somehow I'd know it.

I like to think that I'd know.

That we'd all know.

All of us who love them and their story so much.

So much.

We'd know.

We'd have to- our lives would end, a part of us would die.

We'd have to know.

There's no other way about it-

we'd know.