Welcome to my extended ending to Goblin! :) This has no AU elements, although I did have to get a little creative in figuring out Eun Tak's second life: she does have parents and companions at school, but they don't come up much in the story. Basically just a little more closure for fans like me who wanted to see more of the married life we got a glimpse of in Episode 16. This story will not, however, have any swearing or sex scenes.

Enjoy and leave a review if it so pleases you. :)

Brief glossary: Dokkaebi = "Goblin," Ajhussi = "married or superior man; equivalent to mister," Sarangheo/Saranghae = "I love you"

I can't believe I've found him: I can't keep a smile from stretching across my face. Seeing him there, knowing what I remember of my past life hasn't been a dream or some strange specter, makes the images in my head all the more stark.

By some magic on the crisp Canadian air, the dandelion in my fingers responds to my wish—that he will turn around and recognize me—and casts its seeds to the wind. I count them as they drift away, and when I get to eighteen I stop. It's taken me an additional eighteen years, thankfully not as long as last time, to find him. I don't know how long he's waited before I could be born again. Time in heaven flew by so quickly.

I stare at him through the remnants of my dandelion. "I found you," I murmer, as though he can hear me.

The pain of the car crash slams back to me, but it doesn't cut down my smile: I made the sacrifice I intended to, and I came back. I can live a long life with him now, assuming he remembers and wants me back.

Canada . . . the day he told me he didn't think a sadness or a love could possibly last a thousand years. I swallow: maybe he still believes it. "I believe it could," I say. I can't muster the courage to speak louder, although I know he might not hear me. But his back shifts. Maybe he heard me, and hope spurs me on. His voice, as it has the last eighteen years, trickles through my mind unannounced.

"Which one? Sadness or love?"

"A sad love?"

My heart skips a beat when Kim Shin, my Mister and my Goblin, glances up at the flutter of dandelion seeds around him. He stands quickly, and I swallow: I hope with everything I have left that he's overjoyed to see me.

"Ajhussi," I say. He won't stop staring at me, and he's dropped his book besides the scattered tombstones over this familiar hill. I smile as I approach him; beyond all my nervousness, I can't help but be excited at his reaction. I've been waiting all my life, and years dead before I had the chance to be born again, for this moment, but I do not touch him. "Do you know who I am?" I ask cautiously.

A tear tracks down his cheek, stirring a joyful sting in my own eyes.

"My first and last . . ." he whispers.

I barely contain a triumphant, ecstatic laugh: he knows. He remembers.

"Goblin's Bride," he finishes.

Neither of us can speak for a long moment. I don't know where to start, taken aback by the sudden flood of emotions and memories I refused to let go of, even when Mr. Reaper told me I had my chance.

My Mister smiles at me, the smile filled with age and wisdom, but innate mischief and gentility. I reach up, unsure if I can or should touch him, and finger his tears away.

"How long has it been?" I asked. "Eighteen years?"

Ajhussi's smile begins to fall. "Thirty. You said you were going to run right there and back; where were you?"

I purse my lips. "I didn't know how long. God had some things he wanted to tell me, and preparing another way for me to come and see you took some time to arrange."

Ajhussi scoffs. "No doubt another punishment. Thirty years; ha!" He shakes his head. "Come. Let's go home."

Excited energy bubbles in my chest, and I trot after him as he retrieves his book and walks down the hill. "Is Mr. Reaper still at home? What are we going to do now? I'm only eighteen, you see; I won't be able to marry you for another two years, Mister."

"I'm a Dokkaebi; I can do anything."

I step into stride with his long legs. "You always say that. But what are you going to do about this?"

"I'll come up with something."

"Ajhussi . . . can I walk with you until I have to leave for my plane?" I asked.

"Yes."

I wonder what pattern he has for being sentimental. I want him to tell me he missed me and thinks I still look pretty, assuming he ever thought I looked nice at all.

"Ajhussi?"

"Yes?"

I bite my lip. He sounds irritated, or like he doesn't care. "Did you miss me? I missed you."

A smile threatens to tug at his mouth, and triumph flutters in me. "I see people come and go all the time. I miss all of them, but I've learned how to cope." Then he glances up at the sky. "When does your plane leave?'

I sidle up next to him. "In a few hours. Do you still not have a passport?"

"I get around easily enough on my own," he says. "How did you get one?"

He tries not to sound curious, but I know he's excited to learn what I've been up to. "My parents applied for one."

"Parents!" He shakes his head. "It would have been easier if you hadn't died."

I purse my lip and grab his arm. "Why? I like having parents, and I'm sure they'll like you too."

"In my experience, I find the fewer people you attach yourself to, or have for attachment's sake, the better off you are," he says. "Wang Yeo and my sister have moved on to their next and last lives, and while I find that I miss them they do not recall me, and are better off not remembering each other from their respective histories."

"It all sounds so sad, Mister," I say.

"Exactly." Then his eyes grow sharp, and he turns to me. His long fingers trace down my hair, stopping halfway down my head as though he expects my hair to be shorter. "But at least you came back to me." He swallows and peers into my eyes. "I missed you. Now we must start over."

"Start over!" I shake my head, grabbing his hand and folding it into my fingers. "No. I remember everything, Mister; we can just pick up where we left off. I'm going to stay by your side for a long time, you see. I have to leave for my plane now, but when we get home, we'll eat beef and be married and sing together just like we did before."

A smile once again creeps onto his face. "Of course."

Another thought occurs to me, and I gasp. "Mister! I haven't kissed you in a long time," I said. I reach up and press my lips tightly against his, unsure how to kiss him the way he did when he brought me home from Canada for the last time. But it's enough: he responds a little.

"It's still perfect," I say, then skip away. I have to catch my plane if I want to see him in Korea again. I turn and wave at him. "Sarangheo!" I call.

He just watches me as I leave, his gentle smile accenting his features. He doesn't turn away while he's in my sight; I hope he comes home quickly.

Yoo Kyung gives me an odd stare as we fly home. We came over because I described Canada to my school teacher—much kinder than my last one—and convinced her to raise the money for coming here, so my whole class is with me even though I just came over to find Ajhussi.

"Why are you so happy, Eun Tak?"

I smile. My birth name isn't Eun Tak in this lifetime, but at my request people usually call me by the name I'm familiar with. "I met someone," I say. "A friend of mine from Seoul."

When the plane takes off, I glance outside at Canada. I finger the maple leaf in my pocket, the one I plucked out of the sky for myself before I found Ajhussi.

"I haven't seen him in a while," I say. "But now I know he's all right, and I know how to find him."