For Franz Hopper aka Waldo Schaeffer. Spoilers if you didn't see the ending of Season 4.
Remember kids, I don't own the show! I'm just a thief.
Diary of Jeremie K. Belpois
I didn't know Odd owned a trumpet, much less did I know he could actually play it decently. And I didn't know Yumi had an urn ready. I felt the want to ask her but I never did.
Waldo Schaeffer...sacrificed himself, for his daughter. For the entire world. Aelita's still probably in shock. Lyoko's been dead for about a week now and our lives actually feel like they've slowed down. They say some things you can never forget, but will we?
I remember, when William was told what happened, he began to sob. For a man he'd never known. The man who had rescued him from Xana. And remember, Xana-William had been bent on destroying Mr. Schaeffer, but still...
So, he and Ulrich snuck out at night and bought a small French flag. I already know what it's for.
Odd and Yumi went out into the woods and picked some wild flowers. I arranged them. We kept everything a secret from Aelita. All of us wanted to surprise her. She was sitting in her room, looking at old photos. We don't know where her mother is...we'll never know.
"Where do we put the urn?" Yumi had demanded. "We can't let it be seen from theschool." "How about near the old sewer entrance?" Odd had suggested. "Nah, too undignified." "Near the Hermitage."
Everyone looked at me.
"That's perfect. The Hermitage. Schaeffer's final resting place should be his home." My muscles tensed. How would his daughter react? Well, the surprise is tomorrow. Ah. We'll see.
"Aelita, can you come with us?"
"We want to show you something cool we found in the woods."
She nodded at us and headed into the woods. "Wait, are we headed for the Hermitage...? I don't want to go."
"Sorry, but you're coming."
"It took forever."
"What took forever?" Aelita questioned.
The entire house is decorated with flowers, spilling onto the walkway. Sitting on the porch is a shiny urn and a just-as-shiny plaque underneath it.
Aelita rushed towards the urn, as we followed her. The clouds gathered together and a wind hit us. "Wh-why? Why'd you do this for me?" she asked, wiping her eyes. "Because we care," Ulrich soothed her. "Your father...he was a good father."
Odd lifted his trumpet to his mouth and played 'taps' slowly. The last note echoed across the trees and slowly lifted into the sky. "I'm sure your mother and father heard it," I suggested, sitting down beside her. She threw herself into my shoulder and began to sob, a very sad smile on her face.
William and Ulrich, with two French flags, planted them into the soil near the rock boundries.
It's raining tonight as I write this in my diary. I know we will recover. We've gone almost too far to save what we love. We've given what we had, we've made it through, we're standing tall, and we're stronger...
We're stronger, after all.