Ahiru sat at the end of the dock, her feet just touching the water, behind her the dock creaked and she knew someone was coming to pull her away.
"Ahiru, your mother wants you."
She turned and smiled at Fakir. "Help me up?"
She held out her hand and she was pulled to her feet. Ahiru wrapped her hands around his elbow and they walked back to the shore.
"How's your head?" She asked.
"Better. Everyday the fake memories fade away, soon I don't think I'll remember it at all, only the time I was actually there."
"That's good, I'm glad." She smiled. "Do you ever feel bad that we left Autor?"
"No. This is a world with no Drosselmeyer- sympathizers. He wouldn't last long here. Or at least, he'd be miserable."
"Retzel, Charon, you'll never get to see them again."
"Let me tell you something, as much as I can't control their lives, what they do, or where they go, without ripping the tear, I can still see them. I can write down what they're doing and I can see that they're fine."
"And, you're happy here?"
"How many times do I have to tell you." He pulled her to a stop, brushing her hair behind her ear. "I will be forever happy anywhere, so long as I have you by my side, as my wife."
Together, they walked home, hand in hand, side by side, to live as Princess and Writer.
*That's it, get out.