It had come. Finally, after almost 200 years, James Carstairs was actually dead. Not silent-brother dead. Not vampire dead. Dead dead. He couldn't bear to leave Tessa and everyone else behind, but he was also looking forward to it. Besides, there were one or two people he would like to meet. ~**~ Will looked different from when Jem had last seen him, as Brother Zachariah. He wasn't the old man that had been burned to ashes, gray hair, pale face. He was as he looked when they were Parabatai. His hair was brown, almost black, and his blue eyes once again held the same spark that they had when they were kids, running down the streets of London. Next was his father, the man who had left him when he was only six. His smile was just as he remembered it: reassuring, bright, and loving. Then his mother, cousins, Charlotte, Henry, even Jessamine. They all greeted him with a smile, and as Jem reached the brink of the river that had separated him from his loved ones all these years, Will held out his hand and said the only words that he needed to say: "James. You're here" Jem took his hand and grasped it, stepping off the raft. "Yes. Finally."