Disclaimer: I do not own the 39 Clues or any of its characters.
It was late and Amy Cahill sat on a train, the last of many to take her home. Home, with Dan, Saladin, Nellie, and Uncle Fisk. Home, Grace's mansion rebuilt to fit their unique personalities and tastes. She couldn't wait to relax in the grand library, which had been refurbished since she had left. Amy daydreamed of the library, and Nellie's delicious cooking, her family and friends. She stared blankly out the window watching the raindrops cascade down the glass, and pelt the passing terrain.
It had been fifteen years since the end of the clue hunt, and the family business had calmed considerably. Occasionally, the Cahill kids invited Jonah, the Starlings, the Holts, and the Kabras over for a reunion of sorts. These reunions never went as planned. Most times the Kabras were unable to attend. They always promised to come and catch up, but. . . well, they were busy. She of all people could understand. She hadn't seen everyone together in thirteen years.
Amy was remembering the last complete reunion, so deep within the memory that she didn't notice the train stop. One lone passenger boarded, and the train regained its pace. She felt a gentle tap on her shoulder and was slowly and unwillingly dragged from her memory to the sight of a shadowy figure, who asked if the seat beside her was taken. At first she refused, intending to keep the aisle seat open. She never liked when strangers were so close, and she was lost in her thoughts, unguarded. As her luck would have it, all the other seats were filled, and she needed to allow the stranger to occupy the remaining seat. She moved her bags and hoped that she could ignore the world until she got to their mansion.
I will write more when I get the chance. Feel free to comment.