A/N: The characters used in this story, as well as a few of their quotes, belong to Disney, but the words and storyline are my own. I have made no profit from them whatsoever, except (hopefully) satisfaction in a job well done and perhaps constructive criticism from my peers and fellow writers.

Well, here we are, one month and twelve updates since the beginning. The final chapter. I think I'm gonna cry...

Thanks to my many reviewers and those who have added me to author alert. And a special shout-out to Troper (aka RedBlueGreen) for the reviews and encouragement needed to get me off the ground when I first posted. Without him, my thread on RonStoppable dot net would be a barren wasteland inhabited only by the ghosts of plotbunnies long gone.

It had been several months since the… occurrence. The one that had brought me here, to this world- one so strange, so different, but… I couldn't imagine going back to the absurdity of my fictitious reality. I wouldn't want to at all, in fact, if it weren't for my wife.

Beautiful, wonderful, darling Kim. Not a day passed that I didn't think about KP.

Not-Fred helped me, tried to get me to forget, but I couldn't. No one could forget Kim Possible.

When I told him her name, her full name, he laughed. "That so doesn't sound like a name," he had said. "Like a cartoon character's or something."

Not-Fred was much happier those days. When I asked him why, he told me to buzz off, but smiled.

That night I was working the late shift with him. I normally stayed up late playing his ancient video games and slept in the next morning, but that night, I felt… restless. Not-Fred persuaded me to come to work with him- he said it was so I could help pay a bigger share of the bills, but I think he just wanted some company.

However, at about 11:30, just half an hour before midnight, I left the kitchen. I told Not-Fred I wanted some fresh air.

I did indeed get some. This night was dark, but there was a full moon out- just like the night I arrived here.

I meandered around, feeling something that I couldn't quite put into words. The déjà vu was almost overwhelming, but I kept walking.

Within twenty minutes' time, though, I began to recognize my surroundings.

This is the same place I was right after I died.

I hurried, turning at just the right places, until I came to a sudden stop…

At the corner.

The same corner I had appeared at what felt like years ago.

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. I sat down, contemplative. Remembering Kim.


After about ten minutes I got up. Not-Fred would be waiting for me, and I could use the paycheck.

As I turned my back, though, I heard a yelp.

I spun around, startled.

There I saw a woman with tousled red hair and shocked green eyes, haphazardly strewn on the ground with her cropped black sweater falling off one shoulder. She stared up at me, obviously stunned beyond words.

I, too, was silent, stretching my hand out to her battered form.

She wordlessly grasped it. I pulled her up and we embraced for the first time in a lifetime. Our new lifetime.

Fin.