The Monster World: New Beginnings

by Purple Duskywing

Sequel to The Human World: An Adventure. With their banishments over, Randall and his friends face re-adjusting to the Monster World. But since the death of one of their own, it will not be easy starting new lives. While helping his friends through tough times, Randall must also deal with his own troubles, a guilty conscience, and the terrifying images coming back to haunt him.

32. Remembrance

The whole Covid-19 pandemic is really keeping me busy. It's great to finally have a bit of time off this week. Hope everyone is doing OK out there! :)

Lots of stuff happens! So this chapter ended up being super-long. It's basically a montage of important events: there's a New Year's party, more of the Randall/Becca pairing, (a.k.a. Randecca. Thank you to reader Scaridise for that!) Ghost Sam coming to terms with his own death, a visit out to Zachariah's place, and Randall finally reaching the end of his guardianship trial. In the aftermath, Zach suggests a way to memorialize Sam that Randall isn't too sure about.

Again, this is verryyy long. I sure hope you enjoy reading. (Sorry/you're welcome/please forgive me.)

Chapter Thirty-One: Remembrance

Wintertime snowfalls in Monstropolis may have been few, given the city's proximity to the sea, but a constant dusting of the stuff meant a nip in the air that went on without end. Despite the weather, and his aversion to the cold, the season was full of positive changes for Randall. The guardianship trial he was undertaking was the only thing to truly worry about, but it was going smoothly. Everything else was just…good. He couldn't really remember a time when he had actually felt this happy. His friends thought likewise.

Naomi's cooking lessons improved every day, and she never panicked when under stress anymore. Becca's state of being was in a decent place as she healed from Suzie's absence. Bernard continued to serve as the wise advisor for all of them. Randall realized all of these things quickly. I guess life really can improve. Even being at the factory was nice; no one gave him those annoying distrustful stares anymore. Ever since officially completing the door station renovations, one could almost say he was being respected. Almost. He still wasn't the sort of monster who went around making friends with everyone he met. No; just being able to walk through the front door without being invisible was perfectly fine.

It was close to New Year's Eve, and Randall was at home, adding more blues and reds to the holiday decorations at Rex's insistence. The kid was so excited at being allowed to stay up until midnight this year and wanted to bang pots and pans outside at exactly the right time. The way Rex ran around putting colorful tinsel on everything was so animated that Randall was starting to regret giving in…

Rex climbed the wall, gecko-style, to reach some shelves and hung more decorations along its edge. "So Uncle Randy, are we gonna stay here or go over to Mr. Bernard's?" He asked, since New Year's Eve was only a few days away. "Or are you going somewhere with Miss Becca again? And what about tonight?"

Randall groaned and stared at the living room ceiling. "Why are we still talking about this?"

"Why are you answering a question with a question?" Rex grinned cheekily.

"Speaking in questions could be a party game, you know." Having so many questions thrown his way about his newfound personal life would take some getting used to. Bernard and Naomi were one thing, but Rex? The kid lived under the same roof, so the questions came in a constant, steady stream. "On the actual New Year's Eve, we're all going to Bernard's. As for tonight, it's just a dumb staff party. I didn't want to go, but the others talked me into it…" He fought not to grimace. Large gatherings weren't really his thing.

Rex climbed down. "Sounds like fun! I heard Miss Naomi say that the holidays are great times for dates."

"It's not a date! It's a stupid staff party!"

"No it's not." Rex grinned.

His uncle frowned. "Yes it is! You're even coming along, remember?"

"That doesn't matter! This date is just a little more obvious." Rex pointed out. "There'll be lots of other monsters mingling around, but you don't have to talk to anyone if you don't want to."

Randall sighed at his nephew's stating-the-facts attitude. With the kid's excellent vocabulary, there was a point being made. "Exactly. Which is why we have to be really careful not to make it too obvious! And whatever you do, don't do or say anything to embarrass me."

"OK…" Rex folded all four arms behind his back, rocking back and forth on four feet, trying to appear innocent. But it was impossible to hold back a wide grin. "I won't do anything!"

Randall half-camouflaged into the wall with dread. "How reassuring."

Rex's mischievous mood did not falter as they returned to the decorating. Ever since his uncle had begun going out with Becca a few weeks ago, both of them seemed…well, happier, if only in a subtle of them was exactly the most cheerful of monsters, so the changes were small, but welcome. On days when Mr. Bernard or Miss Naomi came over to babysit, Uncle Randy and Miss Becca would go off to spend an afternoon together and return in fair moods. Neither of them scowled nor spoke sarcastically with anyone afterwards, and even Becca's bad temper smoothed over. Rex didn't know much about grown-ups and their bizarre ways, but if everyone was happy, that was good enough for him.

As for Randall, he had initially thought it would be strange, going out with Becca. Although both liked the idea, there was an underlying fear that it would be very different from being only friends. And it certainly did feel different, but in a good way. With only one monster to talk to, and knowing each other so well, conversation ending up being heightened and more personal. Their first official date had been very casual: an afternoon at the shooting and archery range, one of the gang's favorite hang-outs. There had only been the occasional disagreement amongst friendly competition. They had had a contest with shooting clay pigeons—Becca, ever the pro gunslinger, had won that. Followed by many rounds of archery—Randall's better of the two skills. It had been comfortable and fun; everything that a first date should have been. In the last few weeks, they had had several afternoons to themselves. Outdoor activities were a bit limited, given the season, so they kept things simple for now: a trip to a museum, driving around to see Christmas light displays in the city, or just going out somewhere to have dinner together.

While at Monsters, Inc., they were careful to keep their personal life separate from the professional one. Both had strict reputations to uphold, with their serious demeanors and respective tough attitudes. Randall remained the same sarcastic, impatient monster from before, with new responsibilities to oversee the door station upgrades and teaching the maintenance team how to upkeep them. Becca was the same no-nonsense Scare coach who was both respected and feared amongst the Scare Floors. Neither wanted to lose their image. (Naomi thought it hilarious how they were so concerned about such things!) Though they were often seen together in the hallways or cafeteria, they refrained from making it noticeable that there was anything more.

Unbeknownst to them, Fungus was the only one who suspected something, but the nervous guy refrained from asking questions—lest he face their wraith.

Despite Rex's enthusiasm, Randall still had doubts about going to the factory tonight. It was a stupid annual thing that he had never gone to, given a lack of friends at the time. But things were different now. He pulled at his fronds anxiously. Just play it cool and it won't be so bad…and maybe the kid's right. Maybe this does count as a date.

…

The holiday staff party was family-friendly, so it ended up being pretty packed. James Sullivan had the event taking place in the factory's largest presentation hall. The normally plain ballroom-sized room was completely decked out in holiday décor, almost to the point of being unrecognizable. Everything from garlands, lights, colorful New Year's decorations, and an obnoxious amount of tinsel could be seen everywhere. Along one wall was a spread of buffet food—some of it still live and blinking—and one corner was set up for party games for monsters who enjoyed such things. Loud music was already playing and heard from the hallways outside.

"OK, now I really don't want to be here." Randall grumbled upon seeing that Sullivan stood at the hall's entrance. The big, blue-furred monster was playing host, greeting fellow monsters and friends as they arrived. Many of them had their spouses and kids in tow.

Before Randall could start backing away, Becca grabbed a wrist. "Oh no, you're not going anywhere! Just 'cause an old rival and worst enemy is standing in the doorway? C'mon, I've never been to one of these, and I'll look like an idiot if I'm alone at a party."

He groaned and reconsidered. If Bernard and Naomi were here to make their group larger, things would be different. (But of course this was a staff get-together, only.) Rex held another of his hands, also making sure he wouldn't back out. Randall studied their faces; his nephew was eager to join the festivities, while Becca remained hopeful.

A minute later, Sulley waved yet another bunch of friends into the decorated hall. He pulled at the silly light-up tie he wore, a bit embarrassed that Mike insisted he wear it. But Mike was sporting an extra-tall holiday hat with the works, so Sulley would take a tie any day. Looking into the room, he chuckled at the sight of his best friend showing off the thing to a group of laugher friends. He turned back to door-greeter duty and saw Rebecca McKeen approaching, alone. "Evening, Becca! Glad you could make it. Did you come by yourself?"

Becca shrugged. "I guess so. No problem, though. This set-up sure beats my last holiday season." She peered into the decked-out hall. The place was a lot bigger than expected. She strolled in, waving Sullivan goodbye—the guy was nice, but she preferred other company—and side-stepped past a group of laughers talking to Mike Wazowski.

Randall and Rex materialized out of thin air. The kid reached for his own festive hat that Becca was carrying and put it on again. "Yay! That was fun, sneaking in and he didn't even know!"

"It wasn't sneaking, Rex. I just don't want to talk to the guy." Randall reminded. He allowed his nephew to run off and explore, but cautioned to stay in sight. He then gazed at the giant hall's decorations; even the ceiling was completely covered in lights and garlands. "Huh. They really went all-out this year. 'Course last New Year's I was hiking through a snowy wilderness trying not to freeze."

Becca chuckled to hide her mixed feelings at the remark. Last year had been an emotionally tough season for the entire gang, back in the Human World. She shook her head of fin-tipped feelers, as if to shake all the sad memories away. "Let's not think about that. We're here to enjoy a party, right?" Although the music played loudly, she lowered her voice in case anyone was in earshot. "I know Rex is here, but would this count as a date?"

He thought of Rex's earlier argument. Really, the kid made a lot of sense. "I should think so."

They gave one another the same smile. Together at a crowded party may count, but they agreed not to make it obvious. A lot of their fellow factory workers were here; what would everyone say if they knew the tough Coach Rebecca McKeen and the reformed inventor Randall Boggs had been going out for the last few weeks? Luckily there were so many activities going on that it seemed safe enough.

For the next while, monsters kept arriving until the hall was quite crowded. Monsters socialized, music played, a few group games began, stories of holiday plans were told and retold, and Sullivan left his post at the door in join in the festivities. Randall and Becca avoided the games, but mingled with other friends to try and enjoy themselves. Though Randall had the added job of making sure Rex stayed out of trouble. The kid was being good thus far, playing games with other children in the far corner of the hall. Currently, Rex was cracking up at the sight of Mike Wazowski wearing what looked like an entire light display on his head.

Another thing to handle was a bit of newfound attention. All through the evening, many monsters had been coming up to Randall to talk to him. It was an entirely new experience, having others willingly approach. It was nothing more than small talk, really, but it still threw him off with surprise. "Ever since that TV interview, it's been happening a lot," he found Becca again and pulled her aside to discuss the matter. "All this attention is weird. Normally I'd be avoided like a plague."

"Wow, a positive spotlight. How terrible for you." She smirked with amusement. "It's not that surprising, really. After revolutionizing the door station portal system for the entire power industry, others are going to want to talk to you. It's kind of a big deal, becoming a bit of a celebrity."

"Yeah…" Randall briefly went invisible to allow a group of party-goers to walk by. "But I could do without having my personal space invaded."

Sullivan was nearby; the blue monster craned his neck and was looking this way. So much for sneaking past him at the door…The guy didn't approach, though. He and Randall simply nodded towards one another in a curt, silent greeting. What a relief, not having to talk to the big, blue buffoon.

Becca swiped some drinks from the buffet table. (All of it family-friendly punches, to her disappointment.) Just as she handed one to Randall, Rex came scuttling over wearing an even bigger sparkly New Year's hat much too large for him. "Uncle Randy, c'mon!" he tugged on his uncle's lower-right hand. "They're rounding up everyone up for a big game! You wanna join too, Miss Becca?"

"So long as I get to keep my dignity. What's the game?" she asked.

"Musical chairs."

"Nope. I'll pass." She coolly took a sip of punch. "Your uncle really wants to, though. Have fun out there!"

Randall shot her a sarcastic 'thanks a lot' glare. In the middle of the hall, Mike Wazowski was rounding up monsters to help set up dozens of chairs in a big circle. Of course. It would be just like Mike to host a stupid game that involves dancing around in a circle. Randall huffed silently. He reallllyyyy didn't want to do this and make a fool out of himself…there had to be way to get out of it. Maybe if I disappear during the going-in-circles part...Thenhe got an idea to get back at Becca for making him do this. "Becca, I dare you to join in."

She shook her fins and feelers with a raised brow. "Nope. I don't think so." Monsters nearby were practicing ridiculous dance moves while waiting for the game to be setup. Nobody seemed to care how silly they looked. But the dare and almost hopeful gaze from Randall made her reconsider. In a way, this was a way of asking her to dance without actually saying it. And Rex sure wanted her to join. "Well…Alright. Dare accepted."

Neither of them noticed Jeffery Fungus within earshot. Loud music had been playing ever since the party began, but he was close enough to hear every word. The nervous red bean-shaped monster swallowed the snack he was eating and almost choked at what he'd just witnessed. Fungus was sure of it, now! Something was going on between those two…

During the tremendously awkward game of musical chairs, there were several moments when Randall inadvertently vanished into thin air; a natural reflex whenever he was startled or too embarrassed to be seen. But he kept shaking it off so the others would know he hadn't deserted. Becca was happy the entire time, which was great to see. That, and the sight of his nephew having fun, made him forget everything else. It had been so long since being allowed to simply have fun that it was almost alien.

The winner ended up being the tiniest scarer of the factory: Mildred, a one-foot tall olive-colored monster with oversized fangs and claws that would make anyone afraid. The intense spiky mohawk on her head was dyed in festive colors for this occasion, and she cheered at her victory after leaping into the final, lone chair. The second-place winner was none other than Wazowski.

Becca applauded the tiny Mildred's victory dance, along with the rest of the crowd, and Randall held Rex up for a better view. Now that the hype was over, his nephew wanted to go back to play with the other kids again. Once the little orange monster was off and running, Randall turned around…only to come face-to-face with James P. Sullivan.

His scales changed color to match the wall as he fought not to disappear. It was always awkward, running into the guy. After all, he had tried to kill Sullivan in the factory's door vault—it was close to three years ago, now. Despite being reformed, Randall would rather avoid his old rival from now on.

Sullivan was still his annoyingly cheerful self. He said to Randall in the most casual way, "I knew you'd sneaked in, Randall. Glad to see you here!"

"Uh—thanks." Randall replied, surprised at how the guy wasn't even holding a grudge.

The conversation ended there. Becca was over talking to Mildred and a few other scarers and hadn't noticed Sullivan, so Randall was left alone as the head of the company went off into the crowd, still being the friendly host of the party.

Mike Wazowski was being his normal wise-cracking self and proudly showing off the lights on his tacky New Year's hat to another group of laughers. But he witnessed the interaction out of the corner of his eye. The one-eyed monster finished telling whatever joke he was making before coming over. "Good to see you and Sulley are on speaking terms." He commented to Randall. "I've never heard such a riveting conversation, especially without you losing your cool."

Randall crossed every arm. "It's better to keep the peace then to push it."

"Hey, whatever works!" Mike said. "I've heard a few things the last couple o' months, though. Everyone likes the new you, way more than the old version. A big improvement from the old secret-scream-invention-in-a-secret-lab thing, you know?"

"Must you remind me of that?" Randall snapped. "I'm still the same, Mike. I've just cleaned up my act and learned a few lessons since then. And it all started when you and Sullivan banished me out to the swamps…" a startling epiphany occurred to him. "So in a weird way, I should be thanking you."

Mike blinked his single eye in surprise. "I'll count that as a full-fledged thank you, old pal—"

"Don't call me that."

There was still much resistance from the lizard when it came to casual banter, Mike observed. "Alrighty, then. But if you ask me, you outta lighten up more. Live a little! I'm sure your gang of friends sees a whole other side o' you, so I ain't makin' any judgement, but still…" Mike babbled on. After a while, he noticed Randall squinting towards the far corner of the room. He wasn't really paying attention, but that corner was where Rex Boggs was playing with the other kids. Mike made a guess as to what was on his old friend's mind. "So, how much time do ya have until the trial's up?"

"About two months. Give or take a couple days." Randall didn't bother expanding on the answer.

Mike looked over at the little orange monster with pity. Poor kid…Samuel hadn't been gone for long, and Rex was coping with it amazingly well. But the Boggs family had to be under immense strain from the aftermath. Mike encouraged, "You're doing fine so far, right? After smoothing out that last misunderstanding with your dad, I'm sure he'll let you keep your nephew."

"Who told you about that?" Randall frowned. "Was it Fungus?"

"Kinda." Mike shrugged before flinching at Randall's glare. "Hey! A lot of us around here are worried about the kid! Can you blame us for listening to a bit o' inside info? Words spread like wildfire around here."

A feminine voice suddenly cooed, "Oh, Googely-Bear?!" Celia Mae emerged through the crowd in a sparkly green and red dress. She struck a modeling-type pose, and her living snake-hair also made joyful cries upon finding Mike. "Sorry I'm late. There were so many cars on the road I didn't think I'd ever get here! Did you miss me?"

"Shmoopsie-Poo!" Mike immediately rushed over and kissed her tentacle hand with delicate gallantry. "Never you mind about bein' late; I could never be mad at you! And how is my little plum blossom on this fine evening? Shall we retire to the buffet table for refreshments?" Celia girlishly giggled in response. The lovey-dovey couple sauntered off to get something to eat.

Randall was left with a vile taste in his mouth. Ugh. How sickening…

"Never say things like that, or I'll sock you." Becca appeared, having heard Mike and Celia's words.

"Don't you worry about that." Randall whole-heartedly agreed. He'd never felt more grateful that Becca was the way she was.

Despite his annoyance regarding Mike, Randall didn't mind the boost of reassurance about the trial. Things may be going well in everyday life, but nothing could distract him from the current goal: proving that he could be a good guardian for Rex. Randall was very aware that the entire factory was doubtful he could do it.

The kid was still at the other end of the hall, staying out of trouble. So far, Rex had been very well-behaved at this party. Ever since that weekend of being grounded, he'd been well-behaved, now that Randall stopped and thought about it. Whatever Bernard said to Rex that day must've had an impact. That's the only explanation.

While he admitted that going to a holiday get-together was turning out to be a nice break, there was still much work to focus on…

…

In the new year, Randall did his best to keep everything balanced. There was still a fair amount of time until the trial was up, and it was vital to keep things going well. From working hard at the factory, spending time with friends, and taking care of Rex, he was constantly trying to better himself and not have any more setbacks. Often his patience ran thin. The daily video chats with Zachariah were annoying sometimes, and their father-son relationship was still strained because of them. Also, being put in charge of training the maintenance team to upkeep the new stations drove him crazy. Such technical stuff was out of the team's expertise, and Randall often put his patience to the test when it came to teaching them about the mechanics of his invention.

One thing that surprisingly kept his sanity in check was spending time with Becca. The shooting range was always a favorite spot. On other days, they went to indoor places to escape the cold, like the arcade, museums, or even live theater plays. On the coldest of winter days, they enjoyed a simple evening by a fire watching a movie, or just talking while sipping hot chocolate. Randall had worried spending more time alone with Becca would ruin their friendship, but it only grew stronger with each day that passed.

Even with the chill of winter, Bernard, Nicholas and Lucy Brennen went out on the water anyway with their fleet of fishing boats ready to catch all manner of cold-season fish. On other days when the rest of the gang felt like going on a bit of an adventure, Bernard's boat was always a good choice. Randall donned his special heated jacket for outdoor activities, and so he coped rather well out on the water. Becca's half-aquatic nature meant she loved water; it was wonderful seeing her so content whenever they boarded the Brennen's yacht. It seemed she had fully accepted her little sister's death by now and finally letting herself find happiness again.

On one such sailing excursion with a biting wind, Randall was in the cabin, taking a break from the deck's cold breeze. This was a much smaller yacht, far from the extravagant one from Becca's birthday party, but still a bit on the fancy side. What is it with Bernard's family and fancy boats? I'll never understand it. Randall thought while looking around the warm, upholstered cabin, complete with a full on-board kitchen.

Through the wrap-around window, he watched the others outside. Bernard was in a deckchair with a fishing pole. While waiting for a bite, he kept an eye on his granddaughter Penny, as well as Rex. The kids played make-believe, pretending there was a violent storm at sea and falling to the deck accordingly. (It was actually fair weather today.) Meanwhile, Naomi and Becca were having a diving contest.

In this freezing water? They must have finally cracked… Randall watched with amusement as the girls dove out of sight once again. They had been getting along splendidly ever since the trip to Iceland. Naomi did a good job at filling the role of sister that Becca sorely missed. The lavender monster wore a bright pink wetsuit to fight off the icy ocean. Climbing the ladder back on board, Naomi's chilled body shivered a little, but still beamed with the thrill. Becca followed, sans wetsuit with barely a shiver, and every scale glistened with hydration. The gold speckles on her scales stood out brightly against the forest-green ones…Randall didn't realize how long he was staring.

"She and I used to do this all the time; diving contests, I mean." Suzie blinked into view without warning beside him.

Randall barely flinched, still staring out the window. "I had a feeling you were around." He said as the girl settled on the leather couch to watch Becca and Naomi's argument. "Looks like they're deciding whether or not to have another round."

"They'd better not. Even Becca shouldn't be in water this cold for so long."

Randall was glad Suzie was still hanging around. Despite being a fully healed ghost, she still wasn't ready to leave them. Concern over her big sister's well-being was keeping her here. Randall couldn't help asking, "Do you think you'll be here much longer?"

"Huh? You want me to leave? For shame, Randall!" She joked, but then shrugged more seriously. "Dunno. It's hard to picture moving on after sticking around for this long…" she never turned away from watching the gang's activities outside; from Bernard with the fishing pole, the girls' debate, and the kids running around in their game of make-believe. Rex's energy was running low, though, due to the cold.

Randall was soon going to usher Rex inside to warm up and get some energy back, but for now, he allowed Suzie a quiet moment. It was hard picturing her leaving…In the beginning, having her follow him around constantly was irritating. But soon he would have to face the fact that she would leave the gang for good. What a sad day that'll be…

…

As the winter dragged on, Randall continued to do his best. Most of the time Rex was mature enough to have rational conversations with, but other times he was a big pain in the tail: craving attention, demanding things like extra desserts, or begging to read books together in the evenings. (That one wasn't so bad, really, but Randall had yet to become used to it.) It was slow-going, learning all the new responsibilities. Randall's limited patience and temper made things difficult to boot.

As for Rex, this whole trial was taking forever! Ever since the reckless—but exciting!—sneaking-out-to-Iceland episode, it was soooo tempting to sneak out of daycare for a bit of harmless exploring…but it wouldn't do his uncle any favors if another adventure messed up the chance of staying in the city. A normal routine for Rex was breakfast with the gang, before going to the factory daycare, then home again. Weekends were more interesting; his uncle often took him someplace fun, like the park or a day out on Mr. Bernard's boat. Rex understood how much pressure his uncle was under, and that he also needed time to himself in the form of a separate personal life. With their routines pretty much settled, the trial went on in its own rocky way.

Zachariah's daily check-ins via the laptop video chat continued. The older monster wasn't very verbal with inner thoughts, but Randall hoped Zach was pleased with how things were going. His father remained the quiet, yet strict monster he'd always been, full of high expectations and hard-to-please. It was near impossible to know what Zach was thinking underneath the stoic exterior.

As the three-month trial neared its end, Randall began thinking ahead of what would happen next. If Zach approved and let Rex stay here permanently, what then? Hm…maybe I should prepare the kid for something more substantial than the factory daycare…

Samuel had mentioned wanting to put Rex in school soon. So on a whim, Randall began teaching his nephew some academic skills. Nothing major—teaching stuff like this wasn't a specialty—only the basics when it came to math, spelling and writing. Several times a week they sat down in the kitchen for a schooling session. Rex protested majorly, but did the lessons anyway for the sake of his uncle and grandfather. He already knew how to read well past his age-level, so he quickly excelled in spelling and writing. (He didn't want to admit that he found the spelling kind of fun!)

During an easy math session, Sam blinked into view in the chair across the table. He was pleased by the sight of yet another children's first-grade-level workbook. He pulled at his grey fronds absent-mindedly in thought, watching his son and brother converse about number problems. These little study lessons never ceased to fascinate him. Randall didn't look up or notice Sam for several minutes, until the elder brother spoke. "What'cha doing now? Going through the entire first grade?"

"The trial's almost over," Randall said, forgetting that Rex still wasn't able to see this particular ghost. "How many times do I have to explain? I want to be prepared, in case Rex gets to stay."

Rex looked up from the workbook, confused by his uncle talking to apparently no one. It couldn't have been Miss Suzie in the room; she was a ghost who always hung out to talk and was visible to both of them. This had to be someone else…

Sam nodded in approval. "Huh. And I thought you wouldn't be able to handle this."

"What's that supposed to mean? I thought it was a good idea; even Dad thought so. Nothing wrong with teaching a few things to see how he does, right? Even you said yourself Rex is more than ready to start first grade, so—" Randall abruptly realized what he was doing and turned to the bewildered Rex. "You must be catching on, aren't you, Squirt?"

The little orange monster's eyes darted from Randall to the 'empty' chair across the table. "Uh—yeah…" The confusion faded to an expression that was both happy and sad at the same time. "Is Dad OK?"

Randall observed Sam's state-of-being. Many of the injuries from the crash were healed by now; his face and tattooed arm were all normal, and his limbs were straight, save for the many bends leftover in his tail. But tons of terrible bruises remained. Time was slowly healing everything; a sign that Sam was coming to terms with his own death and of the fact that his young son was going to be alright, no matter what happened in the near future.

Randall waited for a hint on how to answer Rex's question. Sam gave a slight shake of the head, prompting Randall to say, "He's a lot better, but still not ready. Remember when Suzie had all those breaks and bruises?"

"Yeah. She's fine now, 'cause Miss Becca is feeling all better."

"Well, this is kind of the same thing, only with you as the target. Plus, Sam is a lot more hurt then Suzie was, so it'll take a while longer."

"Oh…" Rex understood sadly, twirling a pencil between his orange fingers.

It was plain to see that despite the cheerful exterior, the kid was still struggling with the fact that his father was gone. Hoping to offer some reassurance, Randall put his two right arms around his nephew in a light side-hug. It wasn't much, but exactly what the kid needed.

"It's OK, Uncle Randy." Rex tried to smile. "I know you're not Dad, but you're still pretty great. I really miss him, though."

Randall sighed, looking at Sam across the table, who remained silent. "Me too." The brothers had mixed feelings about this moment. They exchanged a nod—Sam's remained ever sad, while Randall's had a determined edge to it, as if to tell his brother: I won't let you down.

Later that evening, after Rex had been put to bed, Randall retreated to the living room for some time alone. The snowfall was nonexistent in the dark night outside, but it was still cold enough to crave a warm fireplace. He did exactly that, before snatching up a book and hunkering down on the sofa. The orange-gold flicker of the fireplace cast dancing shadows all over the room. A bit of peace and quiet…Randall was quite content.

The quiet didn't last long.

Suzie popped in, standing three inches from his face and startling him. "Wahh! Don't do that! Why do you do that?!" He bolted upright, book falling to the floor.

"'Cause I just can't resist!" She laughed hysterically. Once the fit was over, she settled on the floor in front of the couch, ready to talk. "It's great that you're teaching Rex all that stuff. The kid will be prepared for anything—hey, is that book written in French?"

Randall picked it up. "Yes. Might even teach Rex a bit of French if he asks. I swear he retains information like a sponge—oh, hi, Sam."

Sam joined them, having materialized atop the fireplace mantle. The spot surely would have burned, had he been alive and able to feel the heat. "All this teaching is still kind of a shock. I know you said you were preparing for Dad's verdict, but still—"

"I promised I wouldn't let you down, didn't I?" Randall reminded. The words came out sounding more irritated then anything.

Suzie sensed his stressed-out mood and reached to put a hand on his shoulder, but it only went right through. Even after all this time, it was still so bizarre how solid she and Sam seemed to be. "Just try not to drive yourself crazy. That's what we're for, right Sam?"

"She's right." He received an indignant glare from Randall at this remark. "There are only a few more weeks to go until Dad makes up his mind. So keep it up and please don't get too distracted by other things. You know what I'm talking about!"

With Suzie giggling at the hint, Randall clued in to what they were referring to and crossed all four arms. "Now you two are just making fun of me."

"Nononono! We're not. I promise." Suzie apologized.

"It's just a bit of harmless teasing, bro. In all seriousness, you're lucky to have a chance at finding someone to be with. You and Becca seemed pretty suited to one another."

Randall, gradually getting more comfortable talking about this, was curious to hear their opinions. "You think so?"

"Yes. She's a good, honest monster—"

"If a little temperamental with an attitude not everyone can handle." Suzie cut in. "Trust me, I grew up with her."

"Suzie and I won't ever have a chance at finding someone, so you really should relax and enjoy it. Becca's a smarter choice than I ever made..." Sam briefly and bitterly thought of his ex-wife. Still sitting on the floor, Suzie nodded in agreement. Having been banished so young, it was a harsh reality Sam spoke of. But she was happy for her friend and her sister, nonetheless.

Randall was grateful for their support. "Thanks. But no matter what happens regarding that, I'm not going to let anything get in the way of this trial. Afterwards, there'll be endless time to focus on other things."

The brothers talked casually while Suzie enjoyed the firelight. Although the ghosts couldn't feel its warmth, winter nights by a fire were very comforting. On the downside, she kept plaguing the brothers with those stupid corny jokes she liked so much. "Hey Sam, what do you think of this one: 'Why do chicken coups have two doors?...'Cause with four doors, they'd be chicken sedans!'"

"Oh, that's kind of clever." Sam complimented, despite not finding it very funny. "Has she always been like this, Randall?"

"Ugh. Ever since finding that stupid joke book in the stolen van…" Randall distinctly remembered the gang's road trip and all the stuff they'd found inside one particular car.

Despite the girl's antics, they enjoyed the evening. Just hanging out, talking about nothing important. Maybe this was better than spending an evening alone to read and practice French. Suzie never left her spot on the floor, and Sam blinked from place to place, eventually settling on the sofa with his brother. Randall wished neither of them had died…but was glad they were here in some way. It would be hard getting through this winter without them.

…

On the final day of the three-month trial, the official answer form Zach was given. Through the laptop screen, Zachariah Boggs stared at his son and grandson, who waited in rapt attention. Randall gripped the edge of the kitchen table with his lower hands out of sight, while his upper hands were folded atop it with forced calm. In another chair, Rex bounced up and down in sheer excitement. He'd worked very hard at being good and was rooting for his uncle, no matter what.

"…and you've both done a fair job at proving you can get along well enough to stay together," Zach finished up after a long-winded speech about his observations of the last few months. "I know this whole thing has been hard. But you've made it to the end. Therefore I've decided—" Here, Rex and Randall held their breaths. "—to give you full custody."

"Yes!" Rex jumped so high he fell out of the chair. Then he started dancing around the kitchen with glee, scales changing random colors to match his exhilarated mood.

Zach nodded with honesty at Randall's incredulous expression. It was rare when the older monster smiled, but he did so now. "Even with all that's going on over there, I'm pleased with how you've handled it. But remember, Rex is a full-time job, now. Not just a temporary one. You realize that?"

"Of course, Dad." To drop the vow to honor Sam's wishes was unthinkable; now Zach was included in the promise, as well. With Rex still cheering and dancing around, Randall asked his father, "So what's the next step?"

"All we have to do is sign these—" Zach waved some important-looking documents in one of his four hands. "—in front of the judge with a few other bigshots; just some boring legal stuff to make it official. So the next step is you two coming out here. Maybe for a few days? The long weekend is coming up."

"Just us?" Randall pointed to himself and Rex, who ceased the dancing and came back into the laptop's camera view.

"If you don't mind." Zach chuckled for a moment. "You haven't gone a whole day without your little gang of friends for who-knows-how-long, but I just want you two to come. It's been…really strange around here since I brought Sam's ashes home…" Here, Zach's voice cracked slightly. His grey eyes drifted away for a moment, but he quickly turned back to the screen. "I also have kind of a memorial idea for your brother, so that's another thing I want to discuss when you get here."

Randall nodded, knowing that Zach would want to talk about such personal things in real life instead of through a laptop screen. (But he was definitely curious, now.)

"By the way, how are things going with Becca? You're always being so shy about it, whenever I bring it up—"

Randall held up a hand, and managed to hide a subtle smile. "It's going just fine, and there'll be time to talk about it later, Dad." He scooped up Rex with one arm. The kid was now bright neon orange with happiness. "Seems we're headed to the countryside this weekend, Squirt."

In the old-fashioned kitchen of his country home, Zach appeared glad. He hadn't been entirely sure that his son with the questionable past would even try to be a guardian. Or even be willing to consider it. His friends must be excellent supporters, helping with his redemption. And seeing the joy on Rex's face made everything all the more obvious: the right decision had been made.

Randall squinted into the laptop, spying something on a shelf in the background. Zach was sitting in the spacious living room, with the huge stone fireplace behind him. The shelf above it was laden with photo frames and other knick-knacks…amongst the display were two decorated urns. One was kind of faded in color, while the other was bright and new. Randall knew exactly what the urns were: one was his mother, having passed away years ago, and the newer one was one for Sam…Dad must've moved them there. No wonder he's been so sad lately…At least now having made the important choice about Rex's future, Zach could finally begin to heal, too.

…

The gang has having one of their regular breakfast get-togethers at the Brennens' house. Nicholas and Lucy had already left early for the docks—a long, cold day of work was ahead of them with their fleet of fishing boats—leaving Penny at home. She and Rex were at a child-sized table having a pancake-stacking contest. The rules were simple: whoever's tower rose the highest without toppling over won.

The rest of the gang was seated around the island countertop while Randall relayed the good news to them. Bernard promptly clapped in congratulations. "Wonderful! So that's it, then? Just a few papers and Rex is with you to stay?"

"Yep. That's it." Randall glanced over at his nephew, suddenly aware of the parental role thrust upon him. "It's what Sam would have wanted. Come to think of it, it's what Rex wants, too. He's so set on staying here in the city, that he's actually been pretty well-behaved for this whole thing."

All were quiet for a minute, wishing that Sam was here to see the final outcome. Naomi flipped a few more pancakes with not-so-accurate ceremony. Her cooking skills were better, now; this breakfast had a lovely cinnamon smell to it, and was a real treat on this late-winter morning. She served up the fresh batch and broke the silence. "Did Zachariah say what this memorial idea was?"

"It can't be a headstone or something like that," Becca deduced, turning to Randall. "Sam was cremated, wasn't he?"

"Yeah. Whatever Dad's idea is, I didn't ask. I have a feeling he'll only say when we get there."

"Maybe he wants to hang photos of Sam around the house or something." suggested Naomi. "Mother did that when Father died and it seemed to help her cope, but I don't know about Zach. Everyone handles grief-related things differently."

Becca groaned with aggravation. "You got that right, Princess. Don't remind me of such things!"

Bernard, for one, was glad to hear her brashness returning. "There's the Becca we know! It's good to finally have you back."

While eating breakfast, Randall wondered about what Zach had in mind. His father was very much a reserved, by-the-book sort of monster, so this was indeed a mystery. He glanced around the room for a sign of Sam in the kitchen, but there was nothing. It wouldn't be surprising if he showed up at Dad's place. I sure hope he does.

He listened as his friends made plans for the days ahead. This was a normal routine whenever a weekend approached—however the others seemed hesitant to plan anything this time. After all, Randall wouldn't be around for it this time. After they debated for a while, he finally reminded, "You guys would think I was going away for a month; it's only for three days. I'm sure you'll survive without us, won't they, Rex?"

The little orange monster looked up and nodded with a stuffed mouthful of pancakes. Penny's yellow-skinned cheeks did the same. There was plenty of sticky syrup and on both their faces.

"Well, three days feels like a long time!" Naomi complained. "I mean, how often are we ever apart for that long?"

"This trip is important, Princess. The final step to becoming a guardian calls for an exception to our own personal lives." Becca then asked Randall, "Nervous?"

He thought about it. The last three months had had its ups and downs, not exactly being easy most of the time. Looking after his mischievous nephew was a roller coaster, but the kid was learning to adapt, too. Randall was very different from Samuel…but he had fought hard to learn this guardian role. So he answered honestly, "No, I'm not nervous. Just ready for whatever's next, I suppose." The others all admire the statement, proud that he was ready for anything.

There was a sudden cry from Naomi as she burned her hand on the stove. Every claw was outstretched as her fingers locked up in pain. Her girlish shriek made everyone jump and Bernard rushed around the countertop to help her. Once her hand was under cold running water, and the kids were reassured that it wasn't serious, Becca pulled Randall aside.

Since the Boggs were leaving for the countryside early tomorrow morning, she took the chance to speak with him privately. "While we're on the subject of your father, does he know about—you know, us?" He nodded and she went on. "Are you the subject of any lame dad jokes, yet?"

"Not really. He actually seems happy about it. At least until I shoot down the topic." Randall reassured.

"Good. I'd hate not to have his approval and be the subject of a joke…You know, maybe we are being too paranoid about this." Becca thought about how much effort was being made in order to hide the fact. For now, they savored a quiet moment while the others were distracted. She reached over and briefly held one of his hands, which he returned, not objecting in the slightest. It was a simple show of affection that they still preferred to keep out of sight—perhaps that would change later.

Over at the sink, Bernard pulled Naomi's burned hand out of the water. It wasn't bad, but she sure put on an exaggerated show of a mortally wounded monster. She sharply pulled away when Bernard tried to see the supposed damage. "Watch the claws! I just had them done!"

"I'd say she's fine." Bernard chuckled to the others.

The moment he and Naomi looked this way, Randall and Becca quickly broke their contact and acted as casual as could be—though the others saw it, anyway.

…

The trip out to the countryside was several hours' drive, and Randall wanted to leave as soon as possible. Therefore, it was an extra-early wakeup call for Rex. Much to the kid's chagrin. The light in the upstairs loft was switched on and the curtain pulled back, despite it still being dark outside. "Ugh…" Rex groaned, half-asleep and pulling the covers over his head. "But it's still nighttime…"

"Technically, yes," Randall observed the dark winter sky through the window. He fetched his nephew's backpack, having been packed the day before in preparation for the trip. "The sooner we leave, the sooner we get there. You can sleep on the way." Rex didn't budge an inch. At the top of the stairs, Randall contemplated what to do. He'd never woken up Rex this early before and wondered the best way to handle a sleepy, grumpy pint-sized monster. "Once we get there, I'll officially have full custody of you. The endgame for both of us. So hurry up!"

That reminder was very invigorating. Suddenly Rex sat bolt upright in excitement.

While Randall headed back downstairs, Sam appeared beside him. "Be forewarned, bro," he stated. "Rex might sleep for a while, but he always gets really annoying on long car rides."

"Don't remind me." Randall remembered the gang's last trip out to the country back in autumn. "Hey, Sam, I bet you've been over at Dad's place lately. Do you know what his big idea is?"

"Not a clue. He's always been good at keeping secrets. I may be good at reading monsters' thoughts, but he's always been more of a challenge." Sam continued to follow Randall around while he gathered things up for the trip. "Besides, it's kind of weird hearing about my own memorial, whatever it may be. But I'm just as curious as you are, so I'll stick around."

Randall went into his bedroom to fetch his own backpack. "Maybe there's something being set up at the observatory." Such a thing was plausible, given Zach's high rank over there. Whatever their father had in mind, it was sure to be brilliant and elaborate as always.

Randall's room was spacious and organized, with a desk, bookcase, indoor hammock, and geometric prints on the rug and bedspread. There wasn't much décor in here, save for some photos on the plain walls, for it was more suited for practicality then esthetics. But the room was his one sanctuary in the small house. When the backpack was found, he turned to see Rex standing in the doorway.

The boy rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around Randall's room with an expression of confusion. Uncle Randy had been talking to someone…but there was no Suzie here. "Dad's here again, isn't he?" He questioned.

Randall stayed quiet, the backpacks in two hands, fighting the urge to blend into the wall. Yet again Rex had caught him talking to Sam. He glowered at his brother, frustrated that Sam still wouldn't allow the kid to see him. Sam's injuries had done even more healing by now. Only a few visible bends and breaks remained in his tail, and the bruises were almost faded. The horrific damage from the bus accident had improved so much that even Sam was amazed.

The kid understood why he hadn't seen his father yet, so there was no point in lying. Randall only nodded 'yes' at the question. His nephew gazed with rapture around the room, as if to will Sam into view, but still no one showed up.

Randall thought of a clever way to drop a hint to Sam, while also raising Rex's hopes. "Sam's only waiting until this trial is truly over. You might be able to see him then, but he's being pretty stubborn about it. It'll take some time for me to convince him."

An exalted look rose on Rex's face. His green eyes popped open to a wide-awake state. Although his father couldn't stick around forever, just one last goodbye was all that he wanted. He ran over to take his backpack from Randall and put it on. "Then let's get going!" he exclaimed. "I can't wait to see him and Grandpa!" He zoomed out of the room at lightning speed on all eights.

The Boggs brothers stared after him. Randall turned to Sam, concerned that the ghost was so reluctant to show himself. "It's been months. You cannot hide forever and he really wants to see you! Besides, you're almost fully healed, so you won't scare the kid. It wasn't that long ago when you were a sorry sight for sore eyes."

"Yeah…" Sam smiled sadly, pulling at his grey fronds. That was all true…perhaps Randall was right. But the thought still made him nervous. He'd delay it as long as possible; maybe only a few more days…perhaps a week? Or maybe just a tiny bit longer?

…

The trip into Randall's hometown of Orlokville was long and full of chatter from Rex, just as Sam predicted. As Monstropolis grew farther and farther behind, the more the kid wanted to talk—commentaries on the changing landscape, playing games like counting cars, or even reciting corny jokes, courtesy of Suzie. She was tagging along for much of the trip, hanging out in the backseat beside Rex. For a while, Randall dealt with the chatter. But with her talking the entire time as well, it became ever harder to concentrate on the road.

As the cityscape melted away into fields, hills, and trees, a sort of calm came over Randall. Going back to his hometown without his brother…last time, they'd both gone to see Dad at the observatory to help name that comet he'd discovered. (Suzie was forever honored to have an entire comet named after her.) Without Sam, it was easy to admit that this trip already felt different. And it had barely even begun.

Small communities lay across the countryside. They were rural, isolated places with a certain charm to them. The late winter weather was fair, crisp and clean; a refreshing change from the city. Randall stopped several times so as to let the restless Rex run around in a park and stretch his multiple legs. Since the car ride was a good four hours, Randall was relieved when the company of Sam joined them. His brother only appeared at every rest stop and helped keep his sanity, while Suzie remained more constant in order to keep Rex company.

There was no longer any need to hide the fact that Sam was here. The effort of keeping another ghostly presence a secret was relinquished, and Randall spoke to his brother more freely during the trip. For although Rex witnessed his uncle talking to thin air, just knowing that his father was joining them was nice.

Eventually the land became more forested. Trees grew in such abundance that one got the sense that civilization was thousands of miles away. There was even less snow on the ground in these parts. Everyone in the car took note of the fact right away. The lack of snow meant that winter was nearing its end. Most snowfall here was very light, anyway, and settled on the treetops so it couldn't even reach the ground through the branches.

Upon reaching Orlokville, floods of memories came back to Randall. This town was where he and Sam grew up…It really wasn't much, with a lone elementary school, one park, and maybe one or two general stores. The tallest buildings were only three stories tall. Very few street lights were to be found. It only took ten minutes to cross town from one end to the other. But Randall knew this place like the back of his hands. He and Sam would often cause mischief via graffiti-ing as many fences as possible when they were kids—and never getting caught. Being invisible sure came in handy. Randall laughed quietly in remembrance; they were such trouble-makers that it was funny how Sam turned into the 'good kid,' while he had gone in the opposite direction.

In the passenger seat, Sam looked around with the same wistful expression. If only he could have had more time…He and Suzie decided not to be in the way when the final destination was reached. So they blinked out of sight as the car travelled further into town.

"Finally, we're here!" Rex exclaimed, waking up from a short nap. He stretched his neck to better see from his carseat. "And it's only mid-morning. Is that not punctual of us, Uncle Randy?"

"Glad to see you're not slacking in the vocabulary department. Those schooling lessons sure won't go to waste." Randall was bemused by the kid's love of big words.

Monsters walked along the sidewalks going about their mornings. The mood of Orlokville had always been this way: relaxed, and slow-paced. Since he and Sam had moved away for respective colleges so long ago, Randall didn't recognize many faces. The ones he did were more friends of Zachariah's—fellow scientists and astronomers from the observatory. The Nosferatu Institute of Astronomy was the humble town's pride and joy. Zach likely knew everyone around here…it was good to know he had so many friends close by. It must have been hard on him, living alone in the old house this whole time.

Many residents resided in more rural homes just out of town. The Boggs old place was one of these. Randall turned down the familiar dirt road—though it was lightly dusted with morning frost at the moment—and onward to see his father.

The road led off through the trees for quite a ways. It abruptly opened up into a massive clearing in the forest. Save for the frost and leafless trees, the property hadn't changed at all from the last visit. The old wood home, three stories tall, stood like a sentinel in the clearing as always. Despite its age, it was in pretty good shape. Zachariah's telescope collection was spotted up on the rooftop balcony; no surprises there. The roof was a prime spot for stargazing at night. The house's wrap-around porch had a swinging bench, catching a sunny spot that left it free from the frost.

The house was very big for just one monster to live in. This had been the Boggs family home before Sam and Randall had moved out, long after their mother had died and left Zach here alone. The older monster had been waiting for them, evidently. He came out onto the porch to greet them the moment they approached. His dark eggplant-colored scales shone more richly than normal, reflecting his good mood. The abstract tattoo design on his back was more noticeable against the brighter background.

"Grandpa!" Rex dropped his backpack and ran over.

Zach picked up his grandson, glad to see him outside of the laptop screen. The boy was looking well: healthy and happy, as if nothing out-of-the-ordinary had happened these last few months. Randall seemed to be doing alright, too, though he lingered on the porch steps with two feet still on the frosty ground. Of course. Their father-son relationship wasn't great. But Zach plainly saw how hard Randall had tried during the long trial and knew he was ready.

The older monster held onto Rex with his left arms, while the boy talked at full-speed, telling about the trip through the countryside and all the neat things that were happening in the city—including his uncle's recent dates with Becca, much to Randall's chagrin.

"…and I think it's going real great, right Uncle Randy?"

Randall played it cool and shrugged with a half-smile as his scales threatened to turn pink with awkwardness. He kept it under control, though. "Really? We're talking about this right off the bat in front of my dad?"

Zach chuckled. Before his youngest son's falling-out with the family, such things had never been discussed between them, so it kind of made sense that it was an awkward topic. "It's good to see you, too." He cocked his head towards the door. "C'mon inside; warner in there then it is out here."

Such an abrupt greeting was standard. Randall was still very curious as to what was on Zach's mind. A memorial for Sam could mean anything. I wonder what's he's planning?

Rex and Randall each had their own room on the top floor. In the halls, many framed photographs were hanging on the walls, ones that neither of them recognized. Zach had clearly been redecorating as of late, digging up old pictures of his sons. Randall spotted ones that he himself hadn't seen for many years; all sorts of forgotten memories arose. A few photos even captured his mother in the frame. Naomi guessed that he would hang more photographs. Randall paused to examine an entire wall collage of frames. Whatever Dad's idea big is, this isn't it.

Back downstairs, the old-fashioned stone fireplace was already ablaze and warming up the living room. It was vital having it lit to give its cold-blooded residents much–needed energy. Zach was on the sofa looking more relaxed then Randall had seen in ages with all four legs up and his tail hanging over the edge. "OK, Dad, no more beating around the bush," Randall claimed a spot by the fire and stood close to warm up from the long chilly car ride. "What's this idea you've got? Is it some kind of monument for the garden? 'Cause if it is, there's isn't really much of a garden out there." He pointed a thumb out the frost-paned window.

Zach put down the important-looking papers in his hands. "No, nothing like that. I was thinking of something a bit simpler, though I'm not sure if you'll agree to it. You'll find out later."

"But—"

"Later!" Zach insisted, waving the papers. "First things first; there's the little matter of Rex to take care of. The lawyer and social worker are travelling from the next town and will be here this afternoon, along with the other important higher-ups. Then we can get this done and move on to other things. Sound like a plan?"

Randall grumbled, but nodded brusquely. Dad never went back on anything once his mind was made up.

The two were silent for a time, unsure what to talk about. But the silence didn't feel as uncomfortable as it would have been in the past. Eventually Zach got up and stood close to the fire, too. There were many things to say to his youngest son, but it was hard to know where to begin. Up on the high shelf above the fireplace were the urns…the newer one held the ashes of Sam, while the other one was for the boys' mother. Both Zach and Randall glanced at them, wishing the rest of their family was here. Zach sighed and broke the silence. "You know, even though your brother had faith in you, I had a lot of doubts. Too many doubts, in fact."

Randall frowned. Out of the corner of his eye, Sam blinked into view to urge on the conversation, encouraging him to reply.

Their father went on. "But I was wrong. You've done a better job than I expected, proving yourself. Even Rex says so when I speak with him alone. And your friends called me often to tell how things were going. Especially Bernard. A real family man, that one."

"Really?" Randall was surprised that the gang had been backing him up this whole time. "That sure sounds like him." Maybe a bit on the meddling side, but hey, whatever helps.

"The more I think about it, growing up in this town wouldn't have suited Rex, anyway. At least now he'll have a solid future." Zach's face may have been devoid of emotion, but his grey eyes spoke volumes. He was proud of how Randall had changed for the better. He only wished his older son could be here to see it, too.

Randall looked over at the unseen ghost. Sam half-smiled, satisfied that they were talking, before blinking out of sight in an instant.

…

The short, yet important event took place at the town hall. Zach had arranged it in an unusual spot, but with this being such a small isolated community with no real lawyers' office, events like this often took place here, anyway. The building's architecture was decorated with lots of tiny stone fangs along the edges of the roof. The decorative pillars at the entrance had similar menacing designs. It was a very welcoming first impression in the Monster World. The town hall was one of the oldest landmarks in town, and admired by everyone who lived here.

Meeting them inside was the same stick-bug-like social worker from the bus accident aftermath—her buggy eyes were still wide and observant, noting every detail that happened around her. Also there was a lawyer—an intimidating broad-shouldered hairy beast—along with the town judge who knew Zach from way back when. The judge was a very large slug monster who left trails of green slime in his wake wherever he went. In a quiet room within town hall, the grown-ups took care of all the boring important stuff and talked for what seemed like forever. It was taking so long that Rex got bored enough to start camouflaging around the room for the sake of keeping busy. Zach and Randall feared the kid would sneak off and start wandering around town hall to explore, setting a bad example right there in front of the judge! Thankfully Rex had enough sense to refrain from doing so.

Papers were signed, the judge, lawyer and social worker made their good-tidings speeches, and it was officially over. The Boggs clan was officially free of all its trials and tribulations. Randall breathed the biggest sigh of relief he'd ever made…this sort of felt like taking a breath after holding it for a very, very long time…

He was the first to step out onto the town hall's stoop into the winter sunshine. Zach followed close behind and put a hand on his son's shoulder as a way of silent congratulations.

"Finally! I didn't think it would take so extraordinarily long!" Rex complained with big words, hopping down the steps while balancing on his hind legs. "Just look how late it got!"

Indeed the sun was already starting to set. Already the streets had quieted down and barely any monsters were on the sidewalks. Of course, the sidewalks and streets were quiet on a regular basis, but right now it was like a ghost town.

"What do we do now? I'm pretty hungry." Rex piped up, looking at his grandfather pleadingly.

"Then I say we grab some food and celebrate." said Zach.

"Would that also include you telling us about your memorial idea?" Randall made no effort to hide the fact that he was getting impatient.

"Yeah, Grandpa, tell us already!"

But Zach was being stubborn. Or perhaps he just wanted to focus on dinner for his family right now. After all, the town's only pizza place was just down the street and they were all hungry. He hummed with content over the day's events and led the way down the sidewalk. Randall and Rex exchanged identical glances, shrugged, and followed.

"He's never gonna tell us, is he?" Rex pouted. He looked up at his new guardian. "Hey, Uncle Randy, can I ride on your back?"

Randall almost protested…but reconsidered. This was a big day for all of them, and a simple piggy-back ride would mean the world for his nephew. "Fine. But only until the pizza place."

Rex promptly jumped on with such force that Randall turned a matching shade of bright orange. He groaned and shook it off, but Rex found it hilarious. "Check this out! I can be a mini-you!" the boy concentrated and made his own scales the perfect shade of purple, complete with the same splash of blue near his tail. "Now all I gotta do is squint and scowl a lot."

"Stop that! Monsters will think we're crazy." Randall hurried to catch up with Zach, carrying his nephew along, who remained in a purple state the entire time.

The boy was in an especially goofy mood. He couldn't help it. As much as he loved his grandfather, Uncle Randy was who he wanted to stay with. And the much-wanted wish had finally been met.

…

The humble celebration went on well after sunset. During that time, they tried again and again to try and get Zach to talk, via Randall's superb skills at manipulation. But Zach saw through the attempts and no progress was made. And Rex became so distracted by pizza that he forgot about the side task. So Randall's patience was pushed even farther.

That evening, the three of them were on the rooftop balcony of Zach's house. All sunlight was long gone. The darkness of the countryside made the surrounding forest all but invisible and the night sky overhead shone far brighter than in the city. The observatory where Zach worked was situated high on a hilltop out of town; here at home, the expanse of sky was a bit diminished by the trees, but by no means less wondrous. So many stars were visible that the balcony's telescopes were put to use instantly.

Rex bounded from scope to scope, totally immersed in stargazing. He listened to Zach's descriptions of the constellations while pulling Randall along to join in the fun. After a while the boy stargazed by himself, leaving them to talk.

"So, how about now?" Randall leaned on the rooftop's railing. "If you don't dish soon, Dad, I won't listen to a word when you finally do. Also, it's freezing up here, it's been a long day, and—"

"OK, OK, you win." Zach caved. They were all bundled up in heated jackets, and he was eager to wrap up the day, anyway. "The idea I have is a tad unconventional, but I think Sam would really like it. So I'll just get straight to the point…What are your thoughts on tattoos?"

"Huh?" That sure wasn't what Randall expected. It was a far cry from his father's science background. "What does that have to do with a memorial for Sam?"

Zach pointed to his own back—currently covered by the jacket—the eggplant scales of which were covered in black-inked artistry. "Well, Sam took a liking to this when you two were kids, remember? He got that sleeve of his done a few years ago; said he'd always wanted a design of his own." Zach explained logically. "Anyway, I was thinking of getting a piece that looked kind of similar to his. Probably not a sleeve, but it would be nice to have something to remember him by. What do you think?"

Randall had heard of memorials done in such a way. From his time spent in the Human World, he was aware that tattoos were very common over there. Less so in the Monster World. There were so many different types of monsters—hairy, slimy, scaly, prickly, feathered, and everything in-between—and many skins were difficult for body art add-ons. Humans certainly had it easier in that regard. Luckily scales were pretty easy to work with, and Zach sounded very keen, so Randall decided to be supportive. "Sounds fine to me. I guess that rebellious streak of yours is still there. But why not tell us sooner?" Nearby, Rex paused his stargazing to listen with interest. "It's a cool idea, Dad, but not so serious that you had to put it off until now."

Zach's scales lightened to royal purple with nervousness, and he rubbed his head to pull on his many short fronds. "Because I was going to ask if you'd want one, too."

"Me?" Randall blinked in greater surprise. "I…I don't know, Dad, I don't know if I'm the tattoo type…" He self-consciously traced the scars on the side of his head. All over his body were many permanent marks from the adventures back in the Human World. Adding another mark would be nothing, really…and it wouldn't mean fighting an alligator to get it…an inner voice pointed out.

"Neato!" Rex jumped down from the telescope stand. "That sounds like a great idea, Grandpa! It's something that you can carry around, just for Dad. Can I get one, too, when I'm—"

"Of course not! You're five!" Zach's grey eyes narrowed under his glasses.

"When I'm older!" Rex finished in a counter argue. "Dad said I have to be a grown-up to get one, but that doesn't mean I can't plan ahead, right?" He turned to his uncle and immediately pestered with excitement. "You should do it. Do it, do it, do it! Are you gonna do it?"

Randall fumbled, suddenly on the spot. "Don't pressure me, kid. I don't give in to anything that easily…But I'll think about it if you two don't bug me relentlessly or drive me insane. Deal?"

Zach nodded in agreement. He carried Rex over to a bench, talking more about the starry sky overhead. But the subject quickly changed to tattoo art. Both became full of enthusiasm, talking about Sam and whatever memorial they thought he might like.

Randall stayed by the balcony railing, still leaning on it to think about Zach's offer carefully. Hmm…ink lasts forever. But so will all of these scars…he realized. All the old wounds from alligator attacks, gunshots, tree-climbing, and other various injuries had certainly left their marks on him. Having survived all of that, a tattoo for Sam didn't sound so bad…Still, he was unsure. This had come up so suddenly…His mind was still undecided when his brother blinked into view right beside him on the balcony.

Sam was all smiles, having listened to the whole thing with hardy approval. He turned to Randall and gave a thumbs-up for encouragement. Randall let out an amused chuckle, but kept his composure and his arms crossed. Sam, the ever calm, collected, confident brother, still had a subtle rebellious streak just like their father; the way the ghost practically imitated Rex's earlier enthusiasm was almost an embarrassing sight. But it sure helped Randall make up his mind.

If my own brother approves, what's the harm? He nodded at Sam to signal his decision. Another random thought occurred. Oh boy; I wonder what the gang will think? This'll be quite a surprise… He fought not to smirk in amusement at Becca, Bernard and Naomi's imagined faces when he returned home.

Gold stars if you made it to the end in one sitting. lol. Only 3 more chapters and an epilogue to go! :D We're finally wrapping up this tale, so the rest of the chapters will be considerably shorter. Pinky-promise!

Up next: Randall's birthday and another trip out to the Human World for a bit of adventure!