A/N: Anyone who has an account on this site and who has been reading this story without reviewing, please please please review! I want to know who you are so I can thank you properly. Please, I want to hear your opinions! Even flamers! It's cold in here!

Thank you now to all of my readers, anonymous or not. I appreciate the time you put in to my not-very-good story (I did the Mary Sue Litmus Test and got a really bad score, so sorry that you all suffered through her trials). Thank you all for reading, and as always, I hope you enjoy!

Epilogue

There are three days left before I am a married woman.

A wife.

But yet there are still so many questions left unanswered, and my sources of finding the answers are depleting fast—the Nameless Wanderer is set to hang soon, and though I questioned her once through the bars, she had gone into a lethargic 'trance-like' state, and could give no coherent answers.

I am all set to have my happy ending, but what of Priyanka? After I explained the whole mess to her, she marched off to the beach and mulled things over for at least an hour. At nightfall, I finally followed after her, trailing her circling sandy footsteps to come finally to a raised bluff, scoured by wind and spray. There she sat, brooding with the tracks of tears on her face. I could relate. After all, how had I felt when I'd first shown up in the wrong century? Pretty rotten, as I recall. My moral center is pulling me in so many different directions, and I can't tell what to do next. I finally have a shot at happiness, but at the expense of another? It's so hard to weigh my options with someone's life at stake; that much I can tell you. One would expect an epilogue to have all the answers. The happy ending. The snapshot of perfect bliss.

But it's never that way, is it? All the books and stories have it completely wrong. The heroes don't always sail off into the horizon for one last grand adventure; they don't always marry and live happily ever after. They have to make sacrifices. Surrender what is precious to them. And even so, only the noblest can do that. It is something that I am only realizing now—now that lives rest on my decision, now that my happiness rests on my decision. But is there even a decision for me to make? Even if I decided to sacrifice myself, how would I bring Priyanka back to her time? I am not an expert (or even a novice) in witchcraft, and the Nameless Wanderer is beyond hope.

I do not know what lies beyond the horizon, for Richard, Priyanka, or even myself. But I do know that there's at least a 50-50 chance that we'll come out unscathed and tell the tale (with less profanity, of course) to our children. I just hope that fate is in all our favors when the time comes.

And so, readers, goodbye. Tomorrow will bring what it will. And I for one, look forward to seeing what comes along the way.

A/N: One last overture. Please review. And anonymous reviewers, I'm so sorry, but I'm not allowed to let you review. :(

Thanks for reading!

Toodles! Hope to read you around (see you around, get it? Okay, so it was lame. Whatever.)

-c. c. (better known here as music nerd.)