Jake snuck into the hangar. The plane's keys were wrapped in his fingers. He was ready for his final act of love. Not that he knew it WAS his final act…
Amy and Ian were sitting at the dining room table, drinking coffee during the wait until he left for London.
"I would have stayed longer," Ian ran a finger around the rim of his coffee cup. "But I have to—"
Bzzzzzt.
Amy glanced at her phone.
"Who is it?" Ian asked casually.
Amy looked at him suspiciously. "It's Jake."
Ian's expression darkened. "Oh."
Suspicious, suspicious.
Ever since their—run-in—in the cave at Seoul two years ago, Ian's feelings for her had been mixed.
To say the least.
Amy picked up the vibrating phone and pressed Send. "Hello?"
"Hey, baby."
Baby?
Amy's eyes went wide.
Ian cocked his head.
"Baby?" Amy had to ask.
Ian snickered.
Amy glared at him.
"What was that?" Bad reception," Jake said. "Anyway, look out the window."
"Which window?" demanded Amy. "In case you haven't noticed, the mansion has a lot of windows."
Jake laughed. "Since when are you so sarcastic?"
"Since I met you," Amy retorted.
"Front window in the sun room," and Jake hung up.
Amy got up and walked briskly to the aforementioned sunroom, with Ian just steps behind her.
"What's going on?" he demanded.
Amy could not respond. The sight before her was too traumatizing.
The front lawn was submerged in roaring flames.
****
Jake had been flying happily in his borrowed plane. His act of love—his dream—finally coming true.
His plane had finished the "I" and was starting the heart.
Suddenly, a light blinked on the console. He was running out of fuel!
Oh, Jake remembered. There was some extra fuel in the back. He just had to go get some.
But no. He was flying the plane! If he didn't get the fuel, he would die. If he left to get the said fuel, again, he would die. There had to be SOME way out of this.
Nope. No way.
Then the plane crashed.
He was finished.
Ian looked over Amy's shoulders.
"Oh my. What happened?"
Amy didn't answer. Instead, she slumped down in a deep faint.
"Oh, my!" Ian declared with a bit more gusto. He dragged her awkwardly to the nearest chair.
Amy looked gorgeous, even though she was unconscious.
"Oh…my…" Ian suddenly realized. "What have I lost?"
And because he was swept up in a wave of emotions that had been bottled up for the past two years, he bent down and kissed her.
Amy's eyelids fluttered open.
She gasped and pushed Ian away; her mouth dropped open.
"IAN?"
"Eh…Amy?"
And suddenly, Amy realized that Ian was The One.
"Ian…"
"Amy…"
Ian leaned down and kissed her again—but this time, she kissed back.
Dan chose that moment to walk in.
"Amy! A fire in the lawn, there—" Dan's mouth dropped. "Oh, NO! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGG! NELLIE!"
Epilogue: Amy and Ian got married, and finally she was Amy Cahill Kabra. And, after the tragic occasion of Jake's death, the two Kabras learned to always press the automatic pilot button on a plane when getting extra fuel.