A/N: Yeah, I stole the chapter title from FANG. No, it won't be as [insert word-that-I'm-not-using-so-I-don't-spoil-the-end-of-FANG-for-anyone here] as that one was. (Hopefully anyone who has read FANG knows what sort of word I was avoiding saying.)

I think Below-The-Ice will be disappointed with this chapter, but hopefully everyone else likes it...

The Other Epilogue

Max's POV

It was two weeks later. I'd finished my memoir. Fang had come into the guest room to find me crying my eyes out as I typed the last chapter…yeah, that wasn't pretty. Still, I'd managed it, and I think it helped me deal with everything, strangely enough.

And I'd discovered that I actually wasn't a half-bad writer. Fang could add that to his 'List Of Things I Was Right About'. He'd started it a little while ago, and it was growing far too fast for my liking. I almost felt like starting a companion 'List Of Things Fang Was Wrong About', but it always seemed like too much effort, especially while I spending all my time on my memoir.

I was heading to the study, where a hundred and thirty pages of my life were spewing out of the printer, when the doorbell rang. I didn't change course; I figured Mom or Ella would get it.

They must have, because it didn't keep ringing, and I heard voices at the front door. I watched the printer for a few minutes until it finished, then I pulled the paper out and admired the feel of a real manuscript in my hands. It felt good, knowing I'd written that. Maybe I'd found my calling, as a writer.

I left the study with the manuscript in my hands, and ran into Fang.

"Oh, hi," I said distractedly. I held out my hands. "I finished it."

He looked down at the bundle of papers. "That's great, Max. Nice job. When do I get to read it?"

I shrugged. "Whenever. You can be my first editor."

"Awesome," he replied, smiling. "Should be fun."

I was about to hand it to him when my mom came around the corner. "Max," she said, her voice urgent. "Come here." She glanced at Fang. "You too. You'll probably want to hear it as well."

Mystified, we followed her into the kitchen. A doctor was sitting at the table, which made me immediately suspicious. Everyone knows my dislike of doctors.

"What is it?" I asked, not particularly nicely.

"It's about your sister," the doctor said. "She's in the hospital."

"Nudge?" I asked, dread filling me. "Why?"

He shook his head. "Not Nudge. Nudge is fine."

I frowned. If it wasn't Nudge, then…

No. It couldn't be.

"You mean…Angel?" I asked hoarsely.

"Yes," the doctor replied. "She was badly injured when she fell from the Washington Monument. Why she didn't use her wings, we may never know." He sighed. "She's being well cared for, but we thought it would be best if her family came to see her."

My head was spinning, and I think I started to fall over. Fang put a hand on my arm to support me, and asked the doctor, "So…she's alive?"

"Of course," the doctor replied. "Would you like to go see her?"

I nodded vehemently. "Please. As soon as possible."

The doctor stood up. "Right then. Let's go."

As we followed him, I looked up at Fang. "Looks like I'll be adding another chapter."

He smiled. "Looks like."

A/N: And vóila. The end. This time for real.

Since I know I'm going to be getting requests for one, I'm just going to say now that I will not be writing a sequel to this story. Not for a very long time, at least. If I ever do (which is very unlikely), I promise to put another chapter up here to tell you all, and if any of you are still interested at that point, you can go read it. 'Kay?

So, a huge, ginormous thank you to all of my wonderful reviewers. I know this is what everyone says in their last AN, but you guys really are what kept me writing this story. Or at least updating in a (relatively) timely fashion. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

So…the end has come. Almost a year of writing this story, and now it's over. (pauses) Okay, I'm over the sadness. =P

One last review?