*I do not own Over the Garden Wall*

-Wirt's POV-

Greg is going to be gone. Forever. He'll meet the dusk signalling the end of his days, the end of his bright and sunny days. His final chapter will be a harrowing one. It will be as if a deep black pen had left its fingerprint on the page, covering Greg's cheerful life. Ruining his story and removing the happy ending.

Unless I can do something about it.

But I suppose I should back up.

After the Unknown and after leaving the hospital (1997), I was left to ponder what had happened. Was it a dream? A trick of the mind?

Even now I don't really know.

But too many factors lead me to believe that it was real. It truly happened.

Days had become weeks. Weeks had become months. I still remembered. People don't remember dreams after that long. I don't even remember the scariest of nightmares after months have past.

The day before Halloween, a year after the incident(1998), I have decided to visit the graveyard again. The graveyard in which my journey started long ago. If it was the after life, someone's name had to be etched on one of these stones. And I had only learned of two complete names.

Quincey Endicott was one of them. The other being Margueritte Grey. That being said they became lovers so Margueritte Grey could have become Margueritte Endicott.

Looking and looking, my eyes have fallen upon a certain gravestone.

Quincey Endicott.

And next to it was another name, Marqueritte Endicott.

The adventure was real, I decided. But was it the afterlife or was it...time travel?

I opted to go on my very new friend Google to decipher this. *

I found there was no and never was a forest called the unknown. I remember face palming myself after that. Of course there was no such thing as a forest called the unknown. Who would even call a forest that?

So I began to google names others call the after life.

Kingdom come, afterworld, life after death, eternity, immortality, great beyond- The great unknown.

I never heard death referred to that way, but immediately I put two and two together. No one knows what's after death.

I didn't want Greg to know about this. So I kept quiet. For years. Until he asked me about when I was 28 and he was 18. (2009)

"Wirt, do you remember that time we were in the hospital?"

"I didn't think you'd remember that Greg, you were, like, six."

"Well I don't remember the hospital part much, but I remember something that happened beforehand. I remember talking about it a lot afterwards." He paused.

I took my chances. "Do you remember, Greg? Do you remember what happened to us?"

"We traveled through this cool forest and we had lots of fun!" He paused again, "at least, I did. I remember you being troubled." Greg furrowed his eyebrows. "Why do I remember that so well? Mom and Dad told me it was a dream."

"It... It was real, Greg."

"Were we going to die?"

"We were. But we didn't and that's all that matters right now"

"I see. Thanks Wirt."

And that was the last we talked about it. But I'm sure we both thought of it thousands of times after that.

A few years have past since then (2014). Greg had gotten a boyfriend and finished college. I had kids, long before the conversation I shared with you actually. I had two beautiful twins, a boy and a girl. I worked with computers.

It's almost to the present I promise.

I was 33, Greg was 23. This was when...when Greg got into a horrible car crash. He has been in a coma for 1 week with heavy life support. And he migh...he might die.

Unless I do something about it.

Author's notes

*: Google was, in fact, made on September 4th, 1998. Cool, huh?