It had been two years since he had jumped off the side of the Neptune Grand and ruined everything. So here Dick stood, at the grave of his baby brother, preparing to make a confession that, had Beaver still been alive, would have made Beaver hate Dick.

"Listen, bro, I know that, uh, I didn't know you very well. I wish I had known you better. Maybe if I had, you'd still be here. I've grown up; I think you'd like me now. I'm in college; child psychology. So I can help kids before they get…lost. I don't drink quite as much now, so I, uh, remember most of what I do with my life. And I've got a girlfriend. It's, uh, Cindy, Mac. And I know that if you were here, I wouldn't be with her because she was your girl, but I love her. And I'm going to ask her to marry me. But I need some sort of a sign from you, a sign that you don't hate me." The wind whips around him and he pulls his jacket a little closer around him. "Not right away, but soon. Just think about it, Cassidy."

He turns around to head back to his car. When he reaches the parking lot, he sees another car pull up and a woman and two little boys get out.

"You're such a baby!" The older boy tells the younger one.

"I am not! You're just a big jerk!" The younger boy yells back.

"Boys, it is a flower! If you can't agree on this, I can't imagine how you'll handle things later in life. Now settle down." The frazzled mother continues walking as she hands out her reprimand.

"You can have the flower." The younger boy says as they walk out of sight.

Dick looks up and smiles.

"Thanks…Beav."