It has been 5 years since we defeated Ballos and restored peace in the island. Curly, Balrog and I now live in a log cabin near to a sea in the middle of open wildlife. We still have contact with the Sakamotos, which, by some reason, managed to keep in contact with the floating island. We haven´t got a single message from the island. At least that what Curly and I think, but Balrog keeps visiting the island often. When he comes back, he shares those chats he had with Misery. He also commented on how he saw the Sakamotos in the island sometimes. At least we can still be in contact with each other even after those tragic moments up there.

As for us, we live by raising a small barn. All the food is grown up here except for meats and poultry that we have to buy at the nearest urban place. The city isn´t far. In fact, the Sakamotos live in a small hill which is actually 15 minutes afar on foot. All three of us have also taken care of expanding the house. Originally the place in which we landed was a small hut. Now, the house is a two-story log cabin. Not only that, but we also made it big enough for Balrog to pass through the halls.

It was a really tiring work.

Right now, Curly and Balrog are in the garden, checking over the flowers they grew up since last week. I was helping with the crops too, but then something bugged into my thoughts.

I looked back to the floating island. The sky was clear and pitch blue, so you could see the island without any problem. I remembered my adventures, my friends, the good moments and the bad, too...

Will I ever get to live them again?

"Quote!"

I turned back. "Oh, hey Curly."

"Don´t just stand there! Help us with the crops!"

"Or else what?" I answered in a childish tone

"Or else YOUR dinner will be for Balrog."

"HUZZAH!"


Right after the work on the farm, we went back home to enjoy a delicious meal for dinner. Balrog made it, though, and he is actually pretty good at cooking. Problem was that he became so passionate at cooking, that he didn´t even allow us to go into the kitchen. Weird, I know, but at least his hobby made him happy and both Curly and I knew it.

Night came by, and Balrog went to sleep before Curly and I did. We secretly sneaked out of the house to go walk by the lakeside as we always did. We arrived, laid down on the grassy spot nearby and began to look at the starry sky. A full moon was decorating the sky with a beautiful sight.

"Quote?"

"Hm? What´s wrong?"

"Nothing´s wrong." Curly said. "I was just curious."

"About what?"

"You´ve been buzzing off since a couple of weeks ago and I can´t help but worry. Is something bothering you, Quote?"

I sat down. "It´s nothing, really."

"Quote," she said, "Don´t lie to me. I know when something is bugging you or not. Sincerely is it that bad? Can´t you tell me what going on?"

Couldn´t avoid it. She was looking me with those I-know-what´s-up-and-if-you-don´t-tell-me-we-will-sleep-in-separate-rooms eyes. She was just one step ahead from me, always figuring out what was wrong. ALWAYS.

"I... I couldn´t help but remember..."

"Remember what?", she said, looking curious.

"I couldn't help but remember back my days at the floating island. The fight with the Doctor, Misery, Ballos,... you know what I mean. It´s just that, I was wondering... will I ever... or... will we ever live those adventures again?"

"I don´t think so... We haven´t had any sort of action in five years..."

I sighed. "It´s because... I feel something is coming. Like some sort of duty I´ve forgotten."

Curly stood up and lifted me after that. Standing next to each other, looking at my eyes she held hands with me.

"Whatever gets to happen we will always be together, no matter what. Don´t worry about the future right now. We´ll just keep going"

She kissed me in the cheek. "Let´s go home. Shall we?"