Hello everyone,

Admittedly this was supposed to be the last chapter to this story but it was getting too long so I suppose it will be done next week. It has been a lot of fun writing this Fanfic and I am glad to see that I am near completion for this piece of literature.

I am also quite happy to see that people have gave this Fanfic a chance and were entertained by it.

Most likely after this, I will be going back to Chapter 1 and will be editing everything all the way up to the end cause since I do not have a Beta Reader, I am sure that there are a lot of cringey or annoying mistakes that is littered throughout the chapters, to which I apologize for.

Until then, I hope everyone will stay healthy and safe. Have a great day :D


*Three months later*

"Ughh… I've never liked suits"

"Cheer up luv! At least your bounty's paid off!"

"Stop moving… Why must you bring this along?"

"It would be a shameful display without it, especially if my brother is watching"

"Alright… How do I look?"

"We told you not to eat from the jar! Look at this mess! Why didn't you get the bananas I brought you?"

"Oh no!"

"Watch where'ya stepping ya big oaf!"

"Papa please be quiet…"

"Oh sorry, it's just so hard to see you when you're so far down there"

"Is anyone else cold? Can I at least wear my mittens?"

The door swung open and everyone stopped talking when they saw it was Jack, who looked like he came out of a movie set. No longer needing to hide behind the visor or his iconic 76 Jacket, he is now wearing a standard military uniform that has been ironed to perfection and a chest full of medals to boot.

He did not say anything, he didn't need to, his face said it all. He is looking at them with absolute pride and happiness, knowing how hard it was for them to persevere through their own trials and to see them here today… He could not be prouder of his comrades than he was now.

"Let me just say, I am-" he began but McCree cut him off by throwing an arm over his shoulder..

"Aww shucks boss, you don't need to say it, we're mighty proud of you too aren't we?"

In response they all pulled him in for a group hug, something that is still alien to him but he accepted it regardless. They were like this for a moment when the door opened again and the organizer paused for a moment when he saw what they were doing.

"Err… We will be on in 15 minutes, so if you would please follow me…"

Straightening their suits, they followed him and smiled at the many staff who volunteered to be here today, eager to be the first to see them before the rest of the world.

"Oh there is a bit of a delay, we will be on in 20 minutes"

"Common that's like the 3rd time today!" Torbjorn complained.

With time to spare, they accepted requests for selfies with everyone, despite the attendant's attempts to dissuade them.

The worst part however is the mess that they are making. Only the scientists and the cowboy took care not to damage their surroundings (yes even the gorilla!), but the others… Cracks formed in the walls as Reinhardt lifted a sofa over his head enthusiastically, once perfectly angled pictures became tilted as Genji demonstrated his climbing skills, and all items are now misplaced after Lena used them as props for her pictures before 'returning' them.

"Sir! Please stop them!" he begged Morrison, who was also accepting requests for a picture.

"Leave them alone boy, they've been through enough" he said.

"But-"

"You heard him, leave them alone" a voice called behind him, making him jump.

"S-Secretary General!"

Adawe nodded before walking past him and toward the veteran who waved goodbye to the women, who backed away and checked their pictures.

"Gabrielle"

"Jack" she replied, smiling at this old exchange they used to have when they were younger.

"How was the speech?"

"Good, we just need to wait for the QA session to be over before your turn"

"Right… What do you want to ask me? You didn't come all the way here just to say hello"

"I would like to know if you have an answer for me"

Morrison was silent for a minute and looked at the rest, who were trying to climb onto the sofa Reinhardt was carrying to take a group photo, even smiling slightly to see him straining under their weight.

"As long as "they" will never see the light of day, the answer is yes"

"Fantastic! When do you think you can start?"

"I will begin next Monday"

"Thank you Jack, the United Nations will be happy to have you" she said, shaking his hand.

"Remember, I will only train for peacekeeping, not war"

"I do not plan to have it any other way"

"And if I hear a whiff that Reyes or the others being released…"

"I swear that as long as I live, they will never leave their prison" Adawe said sincerely.

"Common Jack! You're needed up here!" Lena shouted from the sofa.

"Lena! You can't tell the Commander what to do!" Brigitte snapped but before they knew it, Morrison had already climbed up and sat next to Winston.

"Best orders I've had in a long time" he chuckled "Hold it steady Reinhardt!"

"Easy… For you… To say…" the Crusader grunted, his muscles almost tearing his suit.

A soft ringing sounded and the organizer, now looking desperate, ran in front of them, looking more stressed than Reinhardt.

"It's time! You need to get off him now!"

"Get outta the way! You're in the shot!" Lena shouted.

The camera flashed and after everyone jumped off him, Reinhardt threw the sofa to the ground and, to the organizer's dismay, one of the legs snapped.

"That sofa is at least 150 years old!" he shouted.

"Oh… It was already broken when I picked it up"

"Don't worry about it! I'll patch it up later" Torbjorn added.

They walked to their designated spots and looked at each other excitedly, unable to believe that this was actually happening.

"Curtains opening in 5...4...3...2...1…"

They watched in awe as hundreds of people stood up and welcomed them with an applause. World Leaders, waiters and waitresses, security guards, translators, all stood up and cheered for the return of heroes and Overwatch.


*New York City*

"Phew… Glad that's over" Mei sighed.

"What are you on about? That was the most fun we've had in a while!" Lena said, inspecting her new shiny medal around her neck.

"Maybe for you! I was so nervous… With all the cameras, lights, I just want to be back in the lab"

They have just exited the UN Headquarters and are now making their way back to their hotel in a large armored bus, specifically provided by the President.

"We can't go back yet! We have to celebrate!"

"Yes! We must drink to our heart's content!" Reinhardt shouted.

"Can we not?"

"Do not worry Mei, it will be fun" Angela encouraged, checking her reflection with a mirror.

"I have already told you Angela, you look beautiful"

"Real smooth there buddy" McCree said, patting Genji in the shoulder while everyone laughed at Angela, who hid her crimson face.

"I was merely telling the truth" he said innocently.

Lena beamed at everyone, oh how she missed these moments where there is no longer a need to look over their shoulders, a time where they could truly sit back and laugh without any fear of an attack or retaliation.

In a moment, their Omnic driver searched and found the most appropriate bar that suited all of their requests within the area that they are cleared to visit. After some turns, they found themselves outside a bar that was already full of people.

"Oh bollocks, looks like we need to find another place" Lena sighed, but just as the bus was about to move again, people started calling out for them.

"Tracer? Is that Tracer?!"

"I think I see Winston!"

"Papa I want to see Torbjorn!" a girl cried out, whose father propped her up to his shoulders.

"I still can't see him!"

"Aww sorry darling, he's too short" he replied loudly.

At those words, the doors flung open, almost knocking the man down, revealing a very angry Torbjorn, causing the bus to screech to a halt.

"You wanna say that to my face?!" he shouted.

"Papa! It's Torbjorn!"

The gathering crowd cheered louder as the other members came out to drag him back.

"Whoa, Reinhardt's bigger than I thought!"

"Is that Mercy? She really is an angel!"

"Alright, you had your fun, let's go" Reinhardt laughed.

"Wait a minute, I have an idea!" Lena said brightly, Blinking out onto a mailbox "Godday everyone! How's everyone doing?!"

The crowd went wild as she did some simple acrobatics which puzzled the others. It didn't matter however, as everyone else was amazed at her abilities.

"Phew… All this exercise is building up a thirst! Mind if me and me mates go in and have a drink?" she shouted.

Immediately the tables cleared themselves, some even dusting the chairs and tables before presenting the seats for them.

"Le- I mean - Tracer! You can't just-" Brigitte began but Reinhardt held out his hand.

"Thank you my friends! You have done us all a great service! Everyone is welcomed to hear our tales!" he boomed, earning an applause as they pushed past them and took their seats.

*A few hours later*

It was dark when they were done with their adhoc celebration and after toasting to the thousandth thing of whatever they could think of, they have drained the bar completely. Telling the bartender to charge the bill to the White House, they left the poor man with a bar full of snoring customers as they hurried back to the bus.

"Phew… That was ffffuuuunnnn" Lena yawned, almost tripping when she missed a step.

"Get over here ya big oaf" Torbjorn groaned, throwing a passed out Reinhardt ungracefully onto the floor, rocking the bus.

"Torb… I told you not to throw him…" Angela managed out, leaning onto Genji, who is helping her to her seat.

"Hehehehe… 'Torb'…" Reinhardt muttered before snoring.

"Are you alright Angela?" Genji asked.

"I told you... I am not dunk… I 'ly had a sip"

"I now understand why you only drink coffee" he said as he set her down.

Once everyone is secured in their seats, the driver took them back to their hotel, carefully slipping past a group of exhausted news reporters standing at the entrance, rounding to the back, where the hotel staff should be waiting for them. Thankfully they are and were quick to pull the heroes into the premises without being seen.

"Lena… I'm sssooo sorry…" Angela said suddenly, tears forming in her eyes.

"'bout what luv?"

"That I couldn't sssave Emily... She could've seeeen you for what you become today…"

"Angela!" Brigitte scolded as Lena's smile faded slightly.

"Yeah… She would've been proud of all of us" she replied sadly but Angela has already fallen asleep.

The rest of the ride was quiet as everyone was either too tired to talk or sleeping, most of them missing the sights, only waking up when they reached their hotel, to which they had to take the back door to avoid the exhausted reporters who had been standing there since the ceremony.

Back in her room, Lena slipped out of her clothes and took a much needed shower, washing away the smell of alcohol and with it, its effects. Changing into her pajamas, she tried to get some sleep but Angela's words rang in her mind.

It has been 3 months since that night and she barely had time to think about it. Ever since the destruction of Talon they had not only provided food and aid to various countries in rapid succession, they had to respond to some extremists in various countries that tried to continue the war, putting it down before it even had time to breathe.

That aside, she took upon herself so much work that she felt crushed by it, forcing a purposeless purpose as her focus. However, now that they have been legitimized and that the UN will take over most of the humanitarian efforts, she is now left with a world where her combative and piloting skills are not as needed as before.

In short, there is nothing left to distract her from her memories, as much as she tried to fight it off.

"What should I do now? Go home? But without her there is no home. What is a home without the people you love in it?"

As her thoughts grew louder, the room became smaller and soon she began suffocating. Quickly grabbing her harness, she Blinked up to the roof, breathing in the fresh air. She looked down at the busy city of New York and was dazzled by the lights that are far brighter than the ones in London.

They have saved the world again, but this time she is not here to celebrate with her. They could have been married by now… No one in the world needs her anymore, so is there any point of living?

"Greetings Lena, here to enjoy the view?" Genji called out.

She looked around and saw that he was sitting close to the edge, cleaning his blade.

"Not exactly, just felt like coming out" she said, herself stepping away from the edge.

"Mhmm…" was all he replied, turning his attention back to his blade

Him being out here is no accident, he knows her too well.

"Are you going to begin the conversation or shall I?" he asked, sheathing the blade.

"I don't even know what the topic's about"

"Shall we start with the spirit and the mind?"

"If you're asking how am I, I'm doing fine"

"Are you sure?"

She gave him an uncomfortable look before returning her gaze to a man walking his dog below them. The problem with having Genji as a regular sparring partner is that he will always try to study and understand them just as he would with his enemies, as was his habit to deal with all types of opponents that he may come across in the field.

"No" she admitted.

"Why is that?"

"I don't know… I've always thought when you help others, regardless how hard it is, will be a fulfilling experience…"

"But?"

"That was before I lost everything… We won the war and the world is at peace again, but… Everything is so…"

"Hollow"

She nodded, hanging her head.

"It is the same of how I felt when I put on this body, though I have complete, or even better control over my body, replacements will never replace what was lost, all this because I no longer want to be associated with my clan"

"What was the lesson you learnt from that?" she asked, remembering Angela's words from the Medical Ward.

"Sometimes after you receive what you desire, you will be faced with a decision that will set the next stage of your life"

"Like what? What stage would you have taken if you never met Zenyatta?"

"Who knows? Would I have joined Talon? Committed sepukku? Killed the person who saved me?"

Lena flinched at his words. Did Genji just admit that he might've killed Angie if he had not made peace with his body?

"However, I chose to give this body a chance, even though it is missing many vital parts that could never be recovered, I have accepted my reality"

"Don't you miss them though? Or remember the pain? How about imagining the things you could've done if you've never lost them?"

"Everyday. But remembering and imagining is not the same as being haunted"

To her this seems like it is all contradictory, foolish even, none of this makes any sense, all her memories and imaginations are always haunting and painful.

"Time will heal, scars remain, pain remains, but it is the path that you take that will determine how you will see the future"

"I still don't understand"

"Neither did I until I chose a path"

Before they could say anymore, her communicator rang. Puzzled, she accepted the message and felt her eyes brighten when she saw whom it must be from.

"About time he told you where he is" Genji said, chuckling at her reaction.

"Oh shut it" she said.

It was an anonymous message that contained only a single word.

Come


*Somewhere in Malaysia*

"I still don't understand why this was such a rush" Lox yawned when he landed the shuttle.

"Sorry luv, but an emergency is an emergency" Lena said, securing her harness.

"Well, still better than that time I had to work with McCree… You know he-"

"Yes we know all about the arranged marriage he tricked you into, pity, she looked like a nice girl"

"I didn't marry her! I'm already married!"

"Yeah yeah… I'll call you when I'm done yeah? See ya!" she said, giving a two-finger salute before Blinking out.

"I was drunk!" he yelled before angrily pulling out of the jungle.

Spraying herself with another layer of insect repellent, she held up the map and continued to make her way to the marker, which is deeper into the jungle. However, there is already an obvious trail that seemed to have been made recently that the map isn't even necessary. Pushing past some trees, she was met with a familiar sight.

What was once an abandoned shopping mall is now in ruins, her only reference to recognizing it was a statue that survived the collapse. She could not help but to feel a slight tinge of sadness to see it burned down like this, what could've been a piece of history is now destroyed.

Looking down at the map, she continued her way, surprised to see that this was not the marker. As she walked, she couldn't help but to appreciate the rich nature she is walking through.

So accustomed is she to live in a mechanically driven society that a peaceful jungle is almost alien to her. Instead of engines, bells, crank of metals or people, she could hear her own footsteps crunching through leaves and twigs, accompanied by the ceaseless, almost choir-like chirps, tweets, and wildlife coming from all sides.

A few hundred meters later, a new sound crept in and steadily became louder, she wondered what it was until she realized it was the sound that she had only heard from in the holo-records. The sound of rushing water.

"River?" she thought.

Following the source of the noise, she stumbled into a beautiful sight.

It was a waterfall, about 15 meters high and 30 meters wide, the water was split in two different directions and poured into the same river below. Looking down, she was amazed to see that the water is actually falling onto a solid layer of rock, which actually formed what she would call a 'baby waterfall' to the river about a meter below it.

Poking out at the mouth of the waterfall is a log, and on that log sat a man who must be listening to that stupid song, as his head is bobbing slightly. He also has his sketchbook out and is focused on sketching the sights below him so he had not seen her, which should make it easy for her to sneak up on him.

She was about to Blink up when she realized a strange uneasiness brewing within her. The last real talk they had was the night before he left Overwatch and when she was trapped in the Time Chamber. Remembering his exhausted face and the bleak view he has for his future, she doesn't know how or what to talk to him about.

Unable to think of anything, she decided to just wing it.

Blinking up, she snuck up behind him and saw that his right ear is free.

"Psst… Wha'cha listening to?"

"About time you showed up" Quillion said.

"At least pretend you were scared!" she complained, relieved that his tone is cheerful.

He looked different from before. More… Rugged? Tired? But she could tell he is happier. Much happier. No longer is he a person haunted by the past, or one that is driven by some hidden agenda of revenge. He is finally a liberated soul.

"I suppose the mission was a success?"

He smiled happily and pulled out his sketchbook, flipping through pages of dates and locations that were all crossed out, he pointed to what she assumed was what sealed the deal.

"The last of the so called 'Agong''s Tigers and their operations, destroyed right here" he said triumphantly "The country is finally free"

"Was it hard?"

"Yes" he admitted "Even with all my training and experience, they were actually very hard to root out"

"Why?"

"Apparently he did not become the biggest drug lord in the world by accident"

"Huh… He didn't seem like the type" Lena said.

With that, they said no more, merely sitting on the log and enjoying the sounds and sights of the waterfall, watching the clear waters gliding by them, both glad that they could enjoy the moment here in this place.

However, they both knew that soon, they would need to talk about it, especially after he had completed his mission.

"I feel that you should know what we are all feeling… You know, just so you can understand" she said, breaking the silence.

"There's no need, I understand"

"You sure? I don't wanna wake up and see running out on us again"

"Nah, I'm tired of deserting"

"I know some might cry if you do it again! We're not good with saying goodbyes…"

"Don't worry, I'm not lying, I'm tired of hurting you all"

They looked at each other seriously… Before they dropped the facade and laughed.

"That was pretty good!" he said.

"That's because you always listen to it!"

Just then a huge flock of swiftlets flew up towards the sky. The sun was setting and it was time for them to return to the caves.

"Wow, look at them" Lena said, watching the flock.

"Yeah… Must be a gold mine now in those caves"

"Oh? Why?"

"Wait… Don't move…"

Lena froze. What did he see? A snake? Something creepy crawling through her hair? He should know that even if it is poisonous, she could just Recall back before she was bitten and be fine, but she complied out of curiosity.

"You don't get a perfect scenario like this often" he said, pulling out his sketchbook and started sketching.

"Hey! Who said you can do a sketch of me?"

"It'll only take a second…"

A few minutes passed and she watched as his hand became a blur and a picture materializing on the page. It is rare to see him so focused outside of battle and it was entrancing to see someone so passionate into his work.

"And… Done…" he said, handing the sketch over to her for a review.

She looked, and looked… And looked, seemingly unable to take her eyes off the page. It was admittedly not a good sketch of her, some parts seem off, as if he was sketching someone totally different, but it was close enough. Then for some reason, tears fell onto the page.

"Oh sorry!" she cried, trying to rub off the tears.

"Hey hey, it's okay" he said reassuringly.

"I'm sorry… I just… I just realized I forgot what I looked like and to see myself again like this is…"

He watched numbly as her tears continued to flow, not knowing what to do. He vaguely remembered reading something that during these times he should just allow the person to cry and not do anything until she fully expressed her feelings. However he also remembered that there was an article which encourages the listener to provide a comforting arm to share the grief with the person. But should he? Shouldn't he?

Gulping, he placed a hand over her shoulder and felt her whole body stiffen up.

"What are you doing?"

"I… Err..." he stuttered. Her tone wasn't anger or disgust, but he did not want to risk misreading her so he quickly let go.

"I'm sorry luv, I mean… You're a great guy and all but… I don't swing that way"

"Well, I suppose a man's gotta try" he laughed sadly.

An uncomfortable silence stretched between them until she changed the subject.

"Anyway… What's next for you? The war being over and all"

"I don't know, maybe I'll visit Australia, I heard the people there are pretty nice"

Lena stared for a moment before bursting out in laughter.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh luv! You have no idea do you?" she gasped before laughing even harder.

"What? They are nice! Besides, if not that I'll just have some of their Apple Strudel"

"Apple Strudel! In Australia!" Lena repeated, laughing harder than ever, a hand over her nose to stop snorting.

He had no idea what he said that was so funny, but he didn't care, seeing that he can make her laugh this much is comforting.

"I hate it when I laugh that hard, so embarrassing"

"I thought it was cute" he said.

He froze as she snapped him a look.

"I did not just say that"

"I think you just called me cute"

"No I didn't" he said, quickly opening a bottle of water.

"Ya know, if you want to make a move on a girl, you gotta be more confident than that" she said, eyeing him for a moment before adding "Trust me I'd know"

She laughed when he choked on his drink, sputtering it to the rushing water below.

"That was on purpose…" he coughed.

"Ever get that feeling of deja vu?"

Walking down to the base of the waterfall, he introduced her to something he personally called a "Waterfall Massage", where they simply lie down on their stomach and let the water fall on their backs. After that, they sat under the 'baby waterfall' and talked until the moon was halfway into the sky.

He was dismayed when he heard about the current state of Australia and was excited to hear about the reinstatement of Overwatch and how they are now recognized as heroes once again.

After they changed into their spare clothing, Quillion reached into his bag and pulled out various jars, dog tags attached to three of them and the others with flowers. He began placing them onto boulders, the one with dogtags facing the waterfall and the others, he carefully placed them in the corner where the beam of the moonlight shines on, also facing the waterfall.

"Are those...?"

"Ahmad, Hazir, and Oliver" he said, pointing to the ones with the dogtags before to the ones with the flowers "My parents, her parents, and... Her"

"Her?"

"Someone who was dear to me"

"Oh… What was her name?"

He didn't answer, merely smiling when the jars were set up to his satisfaction. To be buried in such a beautiful place… He could not think of a better site.

"It does not matter, they are at rest now" he said, washing his hands in the water "She died protecting them"

"How do you mean?"

"I found them in an old police station… She took care of her family and mine when I couldn't..."

Lena stood there at complete loss for words, what can someone say in response to something like that? He saw she was struggling for words and he gave her an assuring smile and a shrug.

"She did all she could, no one could ever ask for more than that" he said.

Finally, he stood up straight and saluted, an action that prompted Lena to do the same.

"I have no words, only a hope of a future that will make all of you proud" he said to the jars, knowing that they are listening, somehow.

The words hit Lena hard and she looked at him with a sense of confusion & admiration.

When she first picked him up, he was lost, confused, and lived only to fulfill a promise to avenge everything he has lost. In the process, he was beaten down, broke more bones than she dared to count, and failed to secure any meaningful victories that had sent him down a spiral of despair.

Yet somehow, somewhere in that pit, he was able to see a hope that she desperately wishes to see, a courage to say to oneself "Things will be better".

"How come Genji and Quil can see it?" she pondered.

"Well, I suppose that's it, time to go" Quillion said, grabbing his bag.

"Where to?"

"Not sure, there's plenty of countries where I haven't been"

"What? Aren't you going to stay behind? Guide your people to recovery or something?"

"Nah, my ideas are all outdated, I already wrote a letter to the UN and might as well leave them to do the heavy lifting"

"You're that confident in them?"

"Hmm… I suppose if they do something I don't like, I'll just go over and give them a spanking" he laughed.

"Quil… I need you to do me a favor" she asked, unable to let this opportunity slip by, trying her best not to sound like she was begging.

He stopped to think. The last time she asked for a favor it shattered him, but… Since Australia is now out of the picture, he does not have anything else to do, plus, he had done everything he could for Malaysia, now it is time to explore this world to see where his skills can be of use, so might as well have some instructions.

"Let's hear it"

"I'm assigned to take care of someone, but I realize I need to go look for something"

"You're turning down an assignment? That's new... What are you looking for?"

"I don't know… I just need to look for the future ya know? Something that I can focus on"

"Err… That sounds like it would take a while" he said.

"Please?"

He looked down at her eyes and saw that this was something that she needed. As much as he tells himself that she should no longer be a distraction for him… He can't help but to still feel that tinge of attraction for her.

"Fine… Guess a little babysitting wouldn't hurt" he sighed.

"Thank you! You're a great friend!" she said, hugging him before calling Lox "Plan a route to Paris"

"Wait wait wait, Paris?" Quillion asked.


*Canada*

Throwing a fishing line, Sam sat back and watched the wild beaver that has been chomping on the same tree for the past three years, impressed that it has gnawed the thick trunk to almost the width of bottled water.

Before he called the authorities to catch him because it was pretty sad that it is out here all alone but each attempt to catch it has failed, and as time went by, it was out of a commonality that he decided to stop calling on the beaver, leaving it to finish its project on the tree.

"Another day alone eh Chuck?" he called out, to which the beaver ignored.

His communicator rang and his hand flew towards it and read the notifications, only to toss it aside when he saw it was another news story about Overwatch's reinstatement.

"Where is she?" he thought.

Faheera has never missed a Christmas dinner with him, she had always made it her top priority and had followed it religiously, but ever since her mission in Russia, he had not heard anything from her or the UN. He spent many sleepless nights thinking about it, refusing to accept that she might have been hurt in any way.

The worst of it all was how useless he felt. He was a man who is naturally driven to fix things, so much so that he was the typecast handyman in the small community he lives in. Ever since the passing of the love of his life, he was absolutely focused to maintain the relationship with his daughter, to continue the familia ties that still remained.

Despite his efforts however, he could not talk her out of joining the Helix Security International and just when he starts to accept the fact that she would be safe, this happens. He could never forgive himself if something did happen to her...

Just then he heard a loud crack and a screech. Looking over to the shore, he saw that the tree had finally toppled, but there was no sign of the beaver.

"Chuck!" he yelled, turning his boat and sped towards the tree, horrified to hear it crying within the branches.

"Hang in there buddy!"

Grabbing the trunk, he tried to lift it but it was too heavy. Panicking, he ran back towards the boat and grabbed the rope, to which he quickly tied it to the tree, his fear rising when Chuck is silent.

"What are you doing?" someone asked.

"A beaver is stuck there! Help me push this thing!"

"You mean that beaver?"

Looking to where Ana was pointing, he saw that Chuck had already jumped back into the water and was swimming away. First a wave of relief washed through him, then realization.

"Ana?"

"Hello Sam" she said nervously.

"No… This is a dream" he said, backing off slowly.

"Sam, just breath"

Before him was his wife, even though she now wears an eyepatch and a thick bandage over the side of her face, he knows this was his wife. He didn't know what to do except to grab his fishing rod out from the boat, pointing the tip to her like a spear.

"Dad, just calm down"

He almost stumbled when Faheera walked into view, having just locked the car.

"Era? Is that you? What's the meaning of this?"

"I know this is a lot to take in, but I swear we will explain everything when we get home" she said gently, kneeling down next to him.


Hello again,

Just want to add, I feel that I must show a visual for the waterfall that I was describing, so I changed the Cover Image to it, but if it is too small I uploaded a 10 second video during my visit there so if you type this in Youtube's search engine, you should see it "Klimau Waterfall, Sarawak, Malaysia Adventures of Quillion" Channel name: CJH