Disclaimer: Disclaimer from chapter 1 applies

A/N: Imagine that this is after the Warehouse agents save the world. Imagine a single tear rolling down Artie's eye. Imagine him writing this at two in the morning after a restless night of tossing and turning. The final chapter.

Dear Leena,
Myka noticed that I haven't been eating as much as I should at one meal a day, and that I was grieving. Then she told me I should write to you. So…

You know that I am a person of very little words. I do not often say what is on my mind, but in the rare event that I do, it sometimes doesn't come out quite right. I will not say "goodbye" yet, rather I will celebrate my time of knowing you. Save the goodbyes for later, because if I begin to say it now, the emotions will be too much. So, let me start at the beginning.
I was content leading a very solitary existence, given my own quirkiness and puzzling background. But fate obviously had a different course of action in store for me when I crossed paths with the Warehouse. I was younger, just out of the NSA, and accused of treason. Not exactly the best way to start my mid adult career. I met Mrs. Frederic, changed my name from Weisfelt to Neilson, and was stripped clean of my past. 15 years after I met Mrs. Frederic, she came to the B&B with a little child, not more than 7, and very shy. It took me a while to coax a smile out of you. It took a stuffed bear and a story about my eyebrows! From then on, you called me Mr. Caterpillar Man. I am very surprised that Mrs. Frederic didn't say a thing about the nickname. She just smiled. I could tell that you were everything to Mrs. Frederic. When you turned 14, Mrs. Frederic had you move in to the Bed and Breakfast before you became the Innkeeper, and before I moved to the Warehouse. I remember that when I came home from work, you had your amazing oatmeal scotchies waiting for me. It really brightened up my day after hard hours at work. You bonded with the agents then, and made them comfortable. However, the most unique bond was with the most recent agents. You were Claudia's mother figure, her mentor, and her role model. I know that you two have had your moments, especially after the MacPherson incident, but I know that only strengthened your friendship. To Myka, you are like her sister, the one who she can just be an ordinary woman around instead of her having to put up walls. You were her best friend, and her consultant for many, many things. For Pete, you were like his mother who let him get away with anything. He was able to be a child around you, and you wouldn't get mad at him or anything like that. You had a lot of patience. The three agents were shattered when they heard of your passing. What was worse was that their boss, their Artie had killed you. They had to put aside their grieving to chase after me, and save the world. So very dedicated. Now, they can barely walk around the B&B without seeing things that remind them of you. They are so crushed. Remember when Myka and Pete first got here? Myka was so rigid, so uptight and closed. Pete had such stress, and had just needed someone to rely on completely. Now, Myka is happy, she knocked down her protective walls, and she is content. Pete has loosened up, cleaned up, and has found a family in us, as has Myka. Remember when Claudia first came to us? She was beat up, unloved, and very cold and hating. Now, she is so full of life and is a very smart, beautiful young woman who I would like to call my daughter. I do hope no one reads this because if Claudia gets wind of what I just said, I will have to prepare myself for a sea of teasing and ruthless banter between Pete and her. I believe with my whole heart that their lives have changed for the worse. You were a woman of great influence to them, and you were their rock. Remember when I took you out on a mission with us? That was probably the most fun I have had in the field in a long time. Well, just look over the part where I almost killed some people, but on the bright side… I got to "chill" with you, as Claudia would put it. There are countless other times that I have enjoyed the solitude of your company, because you always obeyed me. I really appreciate your cooking too, and yes, even your diet. That was excruciating. I lived though, and I lost twenty pounds. I will probably gain that much and more back, seeing as how I am stressed and things are moving quickly. I really wish I could erase the last week. I wish I could erase the evil that had taken over me. I wish I could take all the pain of my agents, and never let it see the light of day. It pains me that I (albeit not exactly myself) am the root cause of all the grief. I know it was not the true me who took your life, but I still feel responsible and super compelled to just give up. I do know that is not an option, I have to be strong for those who need comfort. I hate guns. I hate astrolabes. Words can not express what I feel inside, and they are just a small percentage of what I am actually feeling. Hate, anger, sorrow, grief, and I am terrified. I am terrified that I went and took the life of someone in my family, and not once did I bat an eye at it. I am truly sorry Leena. I never want to go through the pain of loosing another person from the Warehouse team. At first, when Myka, Pete, and Claudia came, I really wanted them to leave; I wanted to hate them. I did not want any more people to be close to me, only to loose them in the long run. But, they nestled in to my cold Grinch like heart, and won me over. Now, I would do anything for them. I would lay down my life for them, and I would go to the ends of the earth to help them. I would do the same to you. I must fix this, somehow. I miss you, and I will never ever forgive myself. Never. I love you Leena, like a daughter. Good bye, my friend. Rest in Peace.

Arthur Neilson

A/N: This concludes this story. Thank you for reading! My very first fanfiction, complete! Review!