This chapter is a very special chapter, at least to me. It is my very, very first epilogue and first finished story. I'm extremely ecstatic! I've never imagined it to end up that way… Though I am very disappointed about the tiny number of reviews I got, even though I asked everyone to review, and only like 3 actually reviewed. Though I've decided to go straight to the sequel, without your help. Anyway, this is a chapter where all unanswered, vague questions are answered and a happy ending creeps in the door. Thank you so much for sticking to this story, even though only 10 maximum of my readers reviewed, and that insulted me in a way. So please, when I get to the sequel, be nice and review. I'm insecure enough. By the way, the sequel's name is "Secret College Society", like I've mentioned a few chapters ago. Look for it, it's coming out very soon! Enjoy this spectacular epilogue!

Epilogue – All Questions Answered

I woke up the next morning in the Carmel Hospital, a big smile on my face. I sat up, and reached for my hair. The last time I've seen it, it's been pulled up to a bun with expensive, authentic jewelry. Now, it was very messed up, given the fact that I have, as far as I knew, been lying in bed for a very, very long time. Then, I looked at the little bed-side table by me. It had some large bouquets and several cards on it. I noticed someone had put up the portrait of Jesse on it, too. I supposed it was CeeCee, since she's the only one who knew where it was.

Last night was a happy, yet scary memory. After Paul burst in the door, and made sure both Maria and her murderous lover boy will never return to our world in any form, I, Jesse, Gina and Father Dominic came back to the palace, and did the whole ritual thing, me being the conductor. And now it was morning time, the twentieth century – thank God – and I was in a hospital, and, if Dr Slasky had being saying the truth, just a hospital room away from the love of my life.

Then the door opened. My mom squealed of happiness and almost dropped the cappuccino she was holding, seeing me awake. For the past two months, I think, she'd been stressing and unhappy, with her only daughter lying, appearing lifeless, in a hospital bed. Now, she was surprised to see that daughter sitting up normally just like any other day.

She squealed "Susie!" happily and ran over to hug me. "Baby," she squealed again, while holding me in her arms. "Hi, Mom," I replied, wrapping my arms around her. "When did you wake up? I left to get coffee like thirty minutes ago. I can't believe… I can't believe, I, I left you here all alone…" she muttered excitedly.

"It's okay, Mom," I told her, starting to laugh. Last time I'd seen mom, or at least her parallel in the 1700's, she'd stressed a lot less. She was more like… a gossipy kind of aristocrat, like Mrs. Bennet in Pride and Prejudice, only a lot less selfish. Now she was back in normal, just like I liked it.

"I woke up just a second ago," I said, and then, to make it look like my coma hadn't had anything to do with a paranormal activity, I added, "God, Mom, what happened to me? How long have I been asleep?"

My mom then gushed to me about what's been going on, about how they found me and how they later found Jesse and how worried they were and how happy she is to see me awake. I laughed quietly through the whole thing.

Then, a knock was heard on the door. My mom went, "Yes," and Jesse walked in, wearing an extremely broad smile. "Hello," he said to us, and walked further in the room, toward me. He then politely asked my mom if we could have a moment alone, and she complied, though not that pleased. But she still loved him. She adored his gentleman nature just as much as I did.

"Last night was… Unbelievable," He said, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand. "I completely agree," I said, smiling happily. This was truly one of the greatest moments in my life. He then lowered his lips – he was already lying beside me on the hospital bed – and pressed them ever so lightly on mine, making my whole body tingle. I know, this wasn't exactly a romantic setting. We were both in a pretty smelly hospital room, his face was remained unshaved so some of his facial hair was tingling my lips, which I didn't like all that much, the fluorescent was looming over us – not exactly old street lights in Paris under a snowy, starry night – and we were both wearing hideous hospital robes – thank Heaven's, not the ones that leave the butt showing, like in Something's Gotta Give. Thank God, or I would have barfed.

Yes, I agree with you, the setting was anything but romantic, but we just got into each other's minds so deeply, we might as well have been in a gondola in the middle of a beautiful canal in Venice, listening to the sounds of birds singing away, as well as the opera singer you always see in those Italian movies.

After like six minutes of kissing, not violent tongue and sexy gestures, but tender, loving combination of our lips, aching to meet each other after such difficulty and pain, a nurse walked in, apologized to interrupt us, and told us that they have to have some tests and then they'd let us go.

"Shall we go?" Jesse said, using his very good English accent, the one he'd used in the 1700's.

"We shall," I replied, finally managing to sound truly English.

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Obviously, they didn't find anything wrong with us at all, and not with Father Dominic either, and they let us go.

"Where should we go? My place or yours?" Jesse asked, holding my hand, as we headed to the hospital parking lot. We have started a tradition lately, we go to one of our homes, we watch a movie I pick, and then, I help him (when he needs my help) with his SATs prep books and exam preparations. After that we make out on his couch/my bed for like forty minutes and say goodbye. It's the best tradition I've ever had.

"Actually, I need to sort out a couple of things," I said. "It's really important. But I'll call you later, okay? And this time, you get to pick the movie, and we double the make-out-session, plus bra action." Jesse smiled. Not a grim smile, considering the whole bra thing – I know he doesn't really like to do stuff like that, the whole nineteenth-century gentleman thing – but a sweet smile, just happy to know I'm available for him full-time, and knowing how much I love him. And I know he loves me.

The universe is finally being fair.

My mom drove me to the Slater household. As I pulled up by the shiny house, some questions popped up in my mind. Even though I just wanted to thank Paul for his help with the Diegos, I got an urge to stop by Dr Slasky's too.

I knocked on the door. Paul answered, and smiled right away. "Suze, great to see you back to normal again," he said. I admit it, I really agreed. After I got my hair straightened out and put on some decent clothes and make up, and catched a look at myself in the mirror, I could notice a significant improvement than the last time I've taken a glance at myself. I looked so much better than the 1700's me. So much better. I knew Paul preferred it. Though he didn't matter to me at all as long as Jesse liked it.

"What do you need from my humble abode, Madame?" Paul asked. "Oh, actually, I… I came to see your grandfather. I mean, not that I'm not grateful—"

"Don't worry about it, Suze," Paul said, melting his surroundings with that grin of his. "I know you're grateful."

I smiled at him, and, just as he was about to go upstairs to his bedroom, stopped him in his tracks, placing my palm on his chest. "Hey, wait a second, I've got something I want to know," I said, my lips twisting into a suspicious smile. "Yes," he asked, hopefully. He was still hoping, in a way, that I'd end up with him. "About Kelly. If she came with you, not like us, how did the word get around about your relationship, about that fight in the liquor storage? Oh, and, how did you get someone not a shifter back in time?" Paul kept on smiling. "About the fight thing, that was just a fib. We performed that whole thing and used pepper spray for Kelly's sobbing. We also paid Gorton, that waiter guy in the pub, to tell everyone asking about me to tell the story. I figured it would make you a little less… Taken aback. And about the whole back in time thing, it's easy. Written all over the wall. Look for it."

"But—"

But before I could ask him again, he was off in his room, doing God knows what. And I was off in Dr Slasky's room's direction.

His attendant wasn't there. It was just him, in a bed – not a hospital bed – his wheelchair by it, and he was watching The Price Is Right. "Dr," I greeted him, waving my fingers. "Hi, Susan," he replied, his eyes glued to the TV. "Dr, I have some questions I need to ask you."

"Go on ahead, as long as it doesn't take long. I'm not gonna miss the winner here," he whined, still not turning his head anywhere away from the TV, watching some lady looking exited, probably because the other contestant was going down.

"Well, first of all, I was wondering… Why was Gina and Father Dominic there, but when my mom and Andy and CeeCee and Adam and everybody saw me, they were all the same? Why didn't they turn up?"

Dr Slasky finally turned his gaze from the television set to me. "You're saying… You're asking… Wow, you really are a bright little lady."

My cheeks burned of vanity. Bright? Huh. Interesting.

"What…. What do you mean?" I asked, staring at his dry lips, as if the words would jump out of them in bold print and I would know the secret of life. "I've seen things like this before," Dr Slasky admitted, "But no one ever noticed. You, Missy, are the first one." I blushed, smiling just a little. "So? Answer me, Dr," I declared, trying to make it look like I didn't give a damn about weather I was smart or not. "Those people, were meaningless to your fate. It wouldn't have done you, the 'Good Guys', any good if they would have turned up. The priest showed up so you could get the idea to confess to Jessup, so he could remember. Gina turned up so she would lose her earring. If Jessup wouldn't have gotten abducted by those ghosts, Paul wouldn't have changed his mind."

"What?" I asked, not getting, really, anything he was saying.

"To come back, the man who made the whole thing happen, aka Paul Slater, had to change his mind about you. He had to understand the right way of things, and if Jesse wouldn't have gotten abducted, and he wouldn't have seen the things in the shack, he wouldn't have given you up. He only did because he saw it – the tears in Jessup's eyes when the man was trying to kill you. He saw Jessup, who, according to Paul, is a strong and un-attached to his feminine side type of man, crying over you, not only a few tears, but serious sobbing. It was then that he understood, that all senses came to him, that he realized Jessup is actually the man for you."

I gasped. "Well, how did he know Jesse was crying?" I asked, when just a little bit of the shock was removed from me. "He had a telescope. His first plan when he found out about those ghosts' plan, was to be the hero and save the day, so he could make Jessup underestimated. But then he saw it and… He figured it out."

I went out of the house, my blood coming to a halt in my veins. He finally got it. He finally got it. Now I could live forever with Jesse, just like I've always dreamt.

The night with Jesse was incredible. My mom let me spend the night at Jesse's, but, obviously, nothing happened more than some making out on Jesse's bed, in which I ended up with my sweater off, but Jesse didn't like how that was, so he stopped it. After I convinced him to share his bed, promising nothing to happen, we slept in each other's arms, a big smile on both our faces. And I was finally happy.

Gloriously, incredibly happy.

That's it! It's over! My very first story! Thanks to everyone who supported this story from the start, and all my reviewers. I am disappointed of the tiny number of reviews I got. I hope you'll come to your senses and review this time… I really am insulted!
The sequel's coming out sometime this week, and it will be called 'Secret College Society'. I hope all of you will look out for it, that's what I expect from anyone who liked the story. It will occur in the end of Suze's senior year, while looking for colleges. No, there will not be any going back in time involved… There's an answer for some of ya'.
Love you all, and happy Valentine's Day, Dana.

Yay!! I just ended my first story!