The Resignation

Immediately after the attacks on the whole of the Evans family, the "other side" of the family reunion was hectic. They weren't sure if they should cancel flights home and try to remain in Hawaii for safety in numbers, seeing as how Sam had mentioned that he had gotten calls from relatively all of their domestic regions. But, with them all in Hawaii, they were unsure if they would be more of a target or less of one by being together. It was terrifying for those who had not really been this involved in the attacks a few years back, and somehow even more terrifying for Kurt.

Every since the Schuester battles, he had not been well. That was magnified whenever he survived the shooting and Tina nearly died. His world turned upside down in a way that it hadn't even done the first time around. And now… These people were back? Would it end up WORSE? When they turned on the news, he had a panic attack. Things were reported so vaguely.

Rumors of an African American woman being hung outside of her home? Children reported missing? Shootings? Fires? It already was worse than the previous two battles, and he could not abide this!

Quinn was on Matt's website and sporadically called him to see if he had anything to say that might help her to keep this side of the family a bit calmer. She kept it together, and that was needed and appreciated. As long as Mercedes hadn't been hurt, she could probably keep it together. When she confirmed for Kurt that it had been Cheri who was hung outside of her home, even though she prefaced it with, "She's okay, but," he burst into tears. Whenever she had to tell them that two of Stevie's children were unaccounted for, everyone was horrified.

It was one thing to think that these people were attacking former allies and their new loved ones, but that the children weren't safe? That children so young could be targeted by them? It could have easily been any of their children, who were all coming back and forth into the room, wondering what was happening and why everyone seemed so upset. Beth finally came up to Quinn, with her hands at her side, took a deep breath and asked, "Mom! Is it the people who killed my dad?" Quinn gave her a hug in response. "Are they going to try to kill us, too?"

"I don't know. They might. We're trying to figure out the best way to keep everybody safe. But, for right now, things are not looking super good for your Evans uncles."

Beth tried not to cry. She often prided herself on being a big girl and being mature, but she felt her tears stinging her eyes, "Are they dead?"

"Not right now, and hopefully, they'll be okay…"

"They've killed Aunt Tina's family. They've killed Dad. They've killed Mr. Rutherford's family. Our Emma… When does somebody stop them? Why are they still able to do this? What kind of a world do we live in where people that do things like these things can keep going?" She broke down and Quinn made her rest her head on her shoulder. "Are my cousins going to be alright? They must not be sheltered, if all of this is happening. It's not as easy to hide as when I was small and it happened. This is so much worst, mom. This is the worst."

Kurt took her by the hand and said, " You know what cheers me up? Spontaneous makeovers. Let's have a spa day." He told Quinn, "I'll take care of all the girls." And asked Tina, "Want to assist?"

She nodded, but she knew that all of this meant that it was dreaded time for her to have a serious heart-to-heart with her girls about their families past and all of the things that happened to her when she was there ages. She had only told them bits and pieces mainly that Kim was sick and her and their mother died in the same way. But, if these fiends were hanging cancer stricken moms in their own front yards, her sweet darlings would have to know the reason she's been so adamant about them knowing self defense and weaponry.

"Are we going to have to run away again?" Beth wondered, addressing Tina.

Tina cleared her throat and said, "You didn't have to run the first time. Your mom was just being sure to keep you safe. But, I never really had a chance to run. I just wanted to face those people head on."

"Because of your sister?"

Tina nodded, "And my mom. And my friends… And myself. I felt like I had to avenge people and like I had to free myself. It wasn't necessarily wise, though…"

"It was extremely brave," Kurt said. "I did run. I would run a thousand times. These people fight dirty. They have no souls. Facing them is like facing a monster. A heartless, bloodthirsty monster…"

The children all looked panicked and Tina said gently, "Kurt."

He smiled and added on, "Lucky for us, Tina is a monster slayer. A fearless warrior."

"Is that how you got shot?" Beth asked.

Now, Tina's girls all looked shocked and alarmed, "You got SHOT?" They asked in unison.

Tina beckoned them for a hug and all three of them and Beth cuddled up to her while Kurt worked on painting nails.

"Okay. So… Where do I begin this ugly but epic tale? Maybe… I'll start with a little girl… No… This story began with two little girls, and their mom. Their mom didn't have a lot of money and when she was young, she had to do things that she really didn't like with men, so that she could eat. One particular man liked her so much that he paid money to bring her to America, from South Korea. He placed her in a house that he paid for, gave her a new name and came to see her, whenever he wanted to. He paid for her, so he treated her like his property. And not good property, either. Property that he used and used and didn't even take care of properly."

Leilani sniffled, "Mom, I don't know if I like this story. Does it have a happy ending?"

Tina sighed, "It has happy moments. Not as many as it does bad ones. You see, the man had children with the woman. The two girls that I told you about. They took their mother's made up name and they lived, sometimes for weeks without having to see him. But, when they had to see him, he was mean. He treated them bad. He beat them. He beat the woman. He was a horrible person and he hurt them all, up until the day that they woman was so sad that she wanted to die. So, she did."

Tina's eyes was filled with tears, but she kept talking, "One of the girls had been sent away, but when she came home, she took care of her sister. Her sister was smaller, more afraid of things, but sweet. She was a girl who wanted a family of her own, but was scared that if she met a man, he might be like the man who bought their mother. So, she only stayed with her sister. She didn't even make friends.

One day, another man showed up. He looked like a nice man. He was friendly and told the girls that he was their brother. They were worried, because the father that they all had was very bad to them, and they wondered if he would be bad to them, too. He wasn't, for a while. For a while, he was very nice and also helpful. The younger sister began to trust him. The older sister didn't, but she at least thought that he could someday earn her trust. He didn't. He also hurt them. He attacked the younger sister. He treated her the way that their father had treated their mother. The younger sister was so afraid and so hurt, she had to hide herself in a place for people who needed healing. It was a place like her sister had been sent to years before, but she was at least content there."

Tina sat up and the girls all shifted around to face her, and watch her as she continued, "Now, there came a day when these people, the ones that you heard us whispering about came for the older sister. She found out that her father was one of them. His son was now dead and he blamed the older of the girls. So, he pretended to be dead and because he was popular, people paid attention. Meanwhile, the younger sister died, like her mother did, like her brother did. They all had hung by their necks until they were dead…" Leilani screamed and covered her face. Kalama rubbed her shoulders and Tina rubbed her knee. "The older sister couldn't let something like that happen to her, or the man that she now loved. So, she went to meet the man and face him and fight him. She defeated him and saved her lover. She and her friends fought the other bad people and they won a battle. There were many happy moments to come." Leilani uncovered her face and took a deep breath.

"The older girl, now a woman… She was still sad about her family, sometimes. She was going to get married and she wanted to have children of her own, that she could raise better than what she knew. She was spending times with her friends when one of those people found them and began shooting at them. He killed at least one of her longest, closest friends. Her name was Emma. She had helped to raise the older girl when she was sent away. She went peacefully. But the girl, now a woman was injured…" SHe raised her shirt up and showed them scars, "She was shot, but she lived…"

"Mom…" Kalama said, now covering her mouth.

"I lived. I recovered. I got married to the man of my dreams, but I couldn't have the children that I thought that I would have. That turned out to be good news. Because, my husband and I met these three girls who lost their parents and only wanted to stay together. We didn't know that we wanted three girls, until we met them. They were sweet, beautiful, and the perfect fit for our home. They brought so much joy and goodness into a woman's life who had known of family to be dark and cold… And just like I fought for my mother, my sister, my friends, my lover, and myself, I would fight for them. I would kill for them, and die for them. So, believe me when I say, whether or not we run away… If anybody tries to do anything to anyone here, I will make them pay."

Kalama whimpered, "Mom… I thought that my sisters and I had it bad because our parents died. I thought it was one of the worst things that could happen to a child. But, they were good people, and we met good people to take us in when they were gone… I'm sorry that you had bad people, Mom. I'm so sorry…" She rushed to hug Tina and Tina rubbed her back.

"Don't be sorry, my little love. Everything that made me who I am gave me the heart to love you more than I ever imagined. All of you." She collected the rest of her girls and Beth hung back.

Beth said, "But… Those people, they killed your sister and my dad. They've killed many people. They are trying to kill us. Wouldn't we have to also be killers to fight back and be able to win?" Her eyes were bloodshot red, and while Tina tried to think of something to say that wasn't, It's okay I AM a killer…

Blaine came rushing into the room and announced, "They've recovered the kids! Every Evans child is alive and on their way to being well."

Kurt exhaled, "Oh, thank God!" Whenever the door opened so urgently, he just knew that there was more bad news. In fact, looking at Blaine's face, he could tell that there was more to it. But, now that the girls had been hit with this heavy revelation, then relief; they began to get cleaned up and ready for bed. Cooper was going to camp out in the room with them, because they felt safer with him there. The Andersons headed back to their beach house. Shelby, Carol, Burt, Finn and Rachel (with Babs held closely beside them) were going to go to bed, and some of the others would camp out and have drinks or whatever else.

Kurt, Blaine, Tina, Mike, Quinn, and Shannon remained awake and finished talking about everything. Kurt asked Blaine, "What weren't you telling us?"

Quinn folded her arms, frustrated and tired, "Sam's been stabbed and is in surgery." Kurt gasped. Tina's eyes widened and Mike reached for her hand. Quinn continued, "They haven't uploaded things, but I spoke with Aphasia. They're working overtime, God bless them - Sam was stabbed multiple times, Stevie finally killed Kendra Giardi and somebody else was found dead there, too. Guards are on Mercy, bringing her to the hospital. Guards are everywhere…" She jumped and shook her head, then pulled out her headset and handed it to Shannon, shaking her head and getting up to walk away.

Shannon put the device in her ear and wondered, "Hi? This is Shannon Beiste. Quinn left the phone. Could you please repeat whatever you told her?" The woman's face changed drastically and she bit her lip, "He's the only one, though, right? We haven't lost anybody else tonight, have we? Thank you. Thank you. Um.. I have to go. I have to tell my kids… Thank you." She took the earpiece off and Tina clenched Mike's hand in horror. Sam is dead. Sam just died. He died in surgery. They couldn't save him. The tears were already flowing. Shannon was trembling and Quinn came back with a bottle of liquor. "Well, Sweethearts, Dwight was also attacked, in Tennessee. Mama T is in the hospital, but Dwight didn't make it there.

"No," Kurt whimpered and shook his head. "Not Papa Dwight." He shook his head, "I can't do this again. I can't be here for this. I can't hear about it. I can't see it. I can't know these things! I can't live with these monsters haunting me!" He started crying. "They took Emma from Mercy, and now Papa Dwight? They TOOK her biological parents, and now her surrogates are gone…" He waved a hand at Shannon, "I mean, you, but…" He shook his head, "No. I can't believe that. I refuse. She can't go through this. She's stronger, sure, but she's not invincible. FOR FUCK'S SAKES!" Blaine collected him into a hug and he cried on him, "How are we going to have children in this climate, Blaine? How are we going to? I can't tell our kids what Tina had to tell hers tonight. I can't do it. I can't live with this…"

"Come on, Darling. Let's just retire for the night. You need a paxil?" Kurt just sobbed as he nodded and Blaine looked at the rest, apologetically and guided him away.

Quinn opened the bottle, took a swig and passed it on. "That was the last straw of the night," she said. "I'll look at it again, tomorrow."

"Not just Mercy, but how is Sam going to feel if he makes it?" Tina wondered and passed the bottle around.

Shannon cried, gently, "We'd just made plans with Dwight and Nish. We'd just spent time with them, hugged their necks, kissed their faces and said, "See you soon…" She took a super large gulp. "Shelby is gonna be devastated. I'll have to tell her first thing in the morning." She passed the bottle to Mike.

He poured some on the floor and said, "To Papa Dwight."

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The weeks passed, life seemed to be going on as usual for the Fabray household and the Chang-Cohen-Changs. They extended themselves to their loved ones whenever they could, and of course attended Dwight's services and saw to it that they met any needs that the family had before going back home. Quinn had tasked Cooper with using his connections and contacts to stay in the loop of the investigations, both in Ohio and Tennessee. He didn't have contacts in Tennessee, but he knew some Washington connections who did.

Kurt was worried about his friends, but he never wanted to have to relive any of this again. He spoke with Cooper about disappearing, like Fannie and Quinn did(for a time), but after talking to Blaine, was content with the idea of disappearing forever. He certainly would miss everyone, but he wanted for himself, his parents - Rachel and Finn, and whoever else to just vanish with him. He talked to Mercedes after Dwight's funeral about it.

"Well, I survived Tina and Quinn moving away from me almost simultaneously… Our family has all been staying at the big house together, so I think I have all the emotional support I need. But, what's more important is do you need this, Kurt?"

He sighed and looked at her. She was facing straight ahead, every muscle in her face was tired. She looked like she had aged many years in the few weeks since Hawaii. He crossed his hands over each other and said, "Remember when we became best friends?"

"Duh," she said, with a sad chuckle.

"We were so innocent and unaware of how hard promises were. We just knew that we couldn't handle any more heartache. Both of our moms were dead. We were in an institution. It seemed like life wouldn't get better, so we promised each other that no matter how bad it got, we would always be there for each other. We promised that we would always be friends. We promised eternal love…" He sniffled, "And girl, I still love you, but I don't have it in me to…"

"I get it," she said and reached out for him. "Kurt, you were catching public transportation to come see me after you got out, because you wanted to keep that promise. We've spent years, so many years of you keeping that promise and if you have to leave for your safety and peace of mind… That's not you breaking your end of the promise. Me accepting it is simply me keeping my end."

"I love you so much, Mercy. Like… I will always, always…"

She hugged him tightly, "I know…" They heard a scream come from the sanctuary and she gasped. "What in the world is happening now?" She wondered. Kurt wasn't sure if they should be ducking, running, or what, but he held tightly to her hand and tried to assess the room. A lot of people had already left and it was down to the close friends and family.

Marley came in and found Mercedes, "Hey… We're about to get you out of here, okay?"

"What happened? What was that scream?" She asked.

"It was Stacie. More… bad news, I'm afraid. But, let's just get you in the car, with the rest of the family, alright?" She helped her up and Kurt covered his heart as Blaine approached.

"It's Mama T. They can't find a pulse and she isn't breathing," he said. Marley threw him an aggravated look right when Mercedes collapsed to the floor and nearly took Marley with her. Blaine covered his mouth and rushed to help the other two help Mercedes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spring it on her…"

"Mercedes, are you conscious?" Marley asked.

"Yea… Yeah…" She could hardly breathe, though.

"Can you make it to the family car?" Marley wondered.

"Yes…" She squeezed Kurt's hand and asked, "Please, just for tonight, can you stay with me?"

"Of course, Queen." He fixed her hair and got into one of the family cars with her. Blaine would take the SUV and meet them at the big house. Whenever they came out with Mama T on a stretcher, with oxygen on, Kurt was looking out of the window and he said, "Hold up…" He got out of the car and rushed over to Stacie, "What's going on? What's happening, right now?"

"They found a light pulse. She's gonna live! She's gonna make it!" She said and gave Kurt a tight hug, cried, held her belly and caught her breath. "Tell my brothers I'm riding with her…"

She rushed to stay with Tanisha and Kurt sighed, and looked to the sky, "Good news. Finally, some good news…"

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Mercedes was finally going to be back in the studio after taking an extended leave of absence from the show and focusing on her family. Whenever she did return, she didn't want to speak about the incident, racism, hate groups, or anything of the sort… but now, the studio was interested. Now, they wanted to do an expose on her personal experiences with hate groups and were apologetic for having insisted that this level of racism was either dead or isolated incidents that didn't reflect any bigger picture. In other words, now that the issues that she'd previously cared about were in popular demand, they wanted a piece of the action.

But, she prepared a speech, "I would just like to address those of you who may be at home, wondering what exactly happened to my family, or what caused the things that you may have heard in the news, recently… Well, a while back, I wanted to talk about these things in this setting, but was met with very little support. I wish that I could take this opportunity to point out to everyone who doubted the issues of how wrong they were, but I can't have the satisfaction, you see. Because, I wanted to speak on these things, I was ridiculed and doubted. Now, my family has been attacked, for… God… How many times has it been, now? Our lives are a constant battle against these principalities… These powers, the rulers of the darkness of this world, spiritual wickedness in high places. These… White Devils!" The crowd and the panel gasped. "Don't cut to commercial, Carmichael, Girl…" She pointed in the direction of the woman and continued, "You're all about to let me speak on my show, about this realness. People have been attempting to kill people I love and me for years. People who actually do kill other people - some of them very slowly, and some of them spiritually, or mentally. When they fill your television sets and news feeds with bodies slain and justice overlooked, they're trying to kill your spirit. When they deny you adequate places to live, jobs, access to proper healthcare and healthy food, they're trying to kill your body. When they hit you with every microaggression from sunup to sundown and gaslight you when you DARE comment about it, they're trying to kill your mind. They do this to all of us, every one.

But, they are trying to literally, blatantly, boldly, KILL my family. They are attacking and killing MY family and you now want to talk about it. Now, you want me to put on a show? NOW, somebody wants to listen? Not to help, but so you can cover the stuff that they're covering, out there!" She pointed off camera again, "Go ahead, cut to commercial. Fix that up however you want when we return." She ripped off her microphone and Sam quickly met her at the panel.

"Babydoll?"

"Let's go," she said. "I'm going." He helped her off of the stage while her co-hosts were confused.

"Are you quitting?" One of them asked.

"No. I'm moving forward," Mercedes said and took Sam's hand so that he could lead her out. Whenever they got outside, they were helped into their car by the driver and she said, "I didn't plan on that, but after I thought about it, nothing else made sense. If Kurt was able to walk away from something that caused him distress, I could too."

"You can make just as successful a show from our church, and you can say whatever you want on that, Babydoll," Sam said. She just nodded her head. "Where should we tell the driver to go to?"

"Can we go to the lake, where we got married? I just want to sit beside some still waters and breathe in some fresh air. I feel like I have been suffocating for weeks," she cried. He collected her to himself and told the driver where to go.

When they got there, Sam waited for their security to check the place out and ensure that they indeed had not been followed before he got out of the car and helped her out, too. When they sat down, she said, "Should have brought along a book."

Sam shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm sure we could have conversation just as entertaining or as soothing as any book that we own."

"With the spirits that we've been having, lately?" She wondered. He chuckled. "I thought when I met you that I was going to be helping you to have a better life. I wanted you to have another chance and I wanted it to be great."

"I did, and it was." He wrapped an arm around her. "We have had some really bad things happen, but we're still blessed. Please, never doubt that."

"You've now been shot and stabbed since then," she pointed out.

He twitched, thinking about both. Both were excruciatingly painful. He still had a few issues, but was getting better all the time. "In my lifetime, I've been beaten, imprisoned, raped, shot, and stabbed. Honestly… What else is there for me to fear. God obviously ain't done with me. I sure wish he'd stop letting me get janked up, though. What don't kill us makes us stronger and they say God prepares us through trials… I'm honestly wondering what in heaven, earth and hell am I bein' prepared for?"

"The apocalypse? I mean… with this president, the world gotta be ending like some upcoming Tuesday or something…" They both laughed. "Tina's girls now want to learn to be monster slayers, like their mom. She's going into more extensive training with them. Should… We be training our children to fight? Should we be preparing them for attacks? Stevie had plans in motion and they STILL got two of his kids. What if they had hit us? What if it was at our house? I keep wondering and worrying. I can't see, The children are ALL small. It could have been a bloodbath. It could have been like the Rutherfords…"

Sam flinched again. He had been thinking about them more than he had in a few years, now. With Matt being there for everything that happened, and the same kind of people having attacked them - all he could think about was what he did and how it could have happened to him, to his… How even with losing just his father, the Earth shifted under his feet and knocked him on his ass… That he had helped to do that to somebody else's family. It wasn't like he'd forgotten, but he had at least forgiven himself. Now, with having felt a stabbing, having had his family hit, violence done to his loved ones in such a way that a few less crafty moves could have ended in multiple deaths, including children. And he had done that before.

"The part that terrifies me the most is if it had happened, I would have deserved it, but none of you would have."

"Sam, don't…"

"I did this. I did this very same thing to someone else and I promised myself that I would spend the rest of my life atoning for it and I attacked one of them, and I just… I don't know if I deserve to keep surviving and I'm starting to think that it isn't that God is preparing me for anything, but that he's still punishing me, for things that man didn't punish me for. Everyone else involved is still serving time, dead or in hiding. I was the bold one who made a name and a career off of what we did. I fashioned myself a survivor. Not even Stevie respected me..."

"Maybe not, but you only have to answer to God, and He'll let you know what He expects. I don't know what that is, but I know that it isn't whatever this is."

"It shouldn't have been Daddy. It should've been me."

"Strangely enough I heard Stevie say the exact same thing recently. Now, he's been atoning for his sins, amending his ways, and actively fighting for redemption. Two different paths, same conclusion. That makes me think that both of you have just been programmed to think that everything has to be your fault, that the world is on your shoulders… News flash, it's not. It's not on either of your shoulders. The weight that both of you are trying to carry is going to make both of you crumble. None of us need that right now, Sam. ALL of us need both of you."

He sobbed, "And I need my daddy." He whimpered and she held him tightly, letting him let all of this out."

"Losing a parent is like losing a part of yourself because you're literally made up of the same stuff as them. There had to be so many things aligned for them to be them and to make you into you, then they took what they made, molded and took care of it. They taught it and nurtured it… Then suddenly, they were gone. It was hard for me as a tween and you had more than twice as much time with him. It will make sense if you NEVER get over it. But, I just hope that you never give up because of it."

"Course not," he said, sniffling.

"I feel like I should also point out that in my many years of fellowship with Dwight, he too, often blamed himself for everything wrong with the family, aka everything wrong in the world. So, I think that he passed that trait on to his sons. I think that all of you try to be stronger than needed and ultimately, we just want you to be happy and safe. Sometimes, we have to fight for that to be so, but sometimes… You have to also REST for it to be so. Baby, you've been going non-stop, whether writing sermons, handling construction business, tending to Mama T in rehab, touching base with security, personally escorting me everywhere that I need to go, helping with the kids, helping with the nieces and nephews, meetings at the church, plans for the clinic… This is the first time that you've simply stopped for a minute."

"And look how it's turned out," he said, still crying.

"Like it should be. Tears only come when they need to get out! Let them out, Mr. Amazing." He continued to cry on her for a while longer. He didn't do this often. She definitely would let him, but he didn't like to do it. Whenever he was simply lying there, resting against her for a while, she suggested, "Let's go see him."

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Sam had not been to the burial site since he watched the box that he knew his father was in be lowered into the ground. He felt like so much of himself was being buried, as well. Now, they were at this grave and they didn't even have flowers with them. No biggie… Stacie had clearly been here, religiously. Sam looked at the gravestone, each line also had a Braille translation beneath it:

Here Lies the Body of Dwight Anderson Evans.

His spirit is in a better place and he awaits the loved ones he has left behind. Beloved husband, father, grandfather, and friend. He left a legacy of love and will be missed dearly until met again.

June 16, 1958 - June 25, 2018

Sam said, "We didn't even say "Happy Birthday," to Jake."

Mercedes sadly said, "I don't know how Mama T will rectify that she officially lost her husband on the day that she gave birth to her son."

"I can easily see them simply not talking about it," Sam said. "The whole month will be hell for her. She'll have Daddy's birthday, deathday, her anniversary and Jake's birthday all clustered together… We'll have to be sure to pay close attention to her next year when the time rolls around."

"If she makes it that long." She shook her head, "I know she wants to try to make his death mean something, but she was barely holding on when we dropped her off at rehab."

"I don't think Stacie could handle it if she didn't make it…" Sam said. "That alone gives me faith that she just has to."

To Dwight, Mercedes said, "Hey… We really miss you, all of us. Hopefully, you and my parents are getting on well, talking about the parts that they missed, letting them see up close photos of their grandkids. I imagine this every single night. It's helped me get to sleep. I think that my parents have tried to watch me, but life in heaven is full of joy and celebration. They can't simply look at me all the time, so now they have another friend. Emma gave them everything that they missed from the time that I was 12 until the time that she died, and now you're telling them all about everything in between. Emma's surely shocked that we finally have children, but not at all surprised that Tina's adopted three of her own. In my mind, you produced an album, and you've shown all of them - Kurt's mom his wedding, Tina's mom her things… Because, they're all kind of shy people who stay to themselves… But, you, Papa Dwight - you reached out to people and made friends. Then, you cared about them. I see you loving all of our loved ones like they're your own, like you loved us. I hadn't told you this since we parted ways… Because, I know that no matter how busy it gets in Heaven, if anybody's gonna check up on us, it'll be you." She turned her head towards Sam and reached for his hand. He accepted it and squeezed it.

"That was beautiful, Babydoll. You should have told me…" He pulled her close and wrapped an arm around her. "That's the most beautiful thought that I've had since this happened."

"Maybe it'll be the first episode of my new show," she said.

"It should at least be something that you share with the rest, unless it's just too personal for you."

"No. If it helps," she said, smiling.

"Can I put it in a sermon?" he wondered.

"What's mine is yours, My Love." He kissed her on the cheek and they felt a breeze blow across them. She smiled warmly. "Ready to head home?" She asked.

"Yeah… I think… I'll be okay. Thank you for bringing me here. I love you, more than I can put into words."

"I understand it. I love you more than I can even put into song."