I should've seen it coming.
After Nancy Drew rescued me and found Captain Lawrence's treasure, the Heerlijkheid became a museum, Soren did a bunch of community service, Dagny disappeared, Gunnar took over the local bar, and Elísabet and I got our "happily ever after" while we sailed around the world with my dog.
But in the past three years, we've had more downs than ups. It wasn't for lack of trying, but things just didn't work anymore. Our happy ending was more like a Band-Aid.
After the ship became a museum, Elísabet and I downsized when we got a new one to go sailing in. For that reason, Tumi and I didn't have much to take with us when we left for America.
On the plane, I ended up talking to the man next to me. He was an Irishman called Alex Morgan; he was in his late twenties, about a decade younger than me. Alex was quiet but sweet. I couldn't help but like him.
Alex didn't have anywhere to go once the plane got to America, as he claimed to be drifting from place to place and low on money after being cut out of his moderately wealthy family; I offered to let him stay until he could get back on his feet. He agreed.
So Tumi and I had a new roommate.