Jim reached Toby's coffin just as a chubby hand pushed it all the way open.

Toby sat up. "Who picked this air freshener?"

Nana grabbed him in a suffocating hug before he'd even made it out of the coffin. "My Toby-pie saved everybody!" Nana gave Toby a big smooch on the cheek. She wiped her eyes with a soaked hankie. "As soon as I can use my oven again, I'm baking all the cookies you can eat."

"Looking forward to it, Nana." Toby returned his grandma's hug before he climbed from the casket—albeit with a few missteps—only to be mobbed by Darci, who kissed him far longer than necessary.

"You're not allowed to do that ever again!" Darci said amidst glad tears.

Toby hugged her. "Not planning on it, Darc, but ya know the life of a Trollhunter doesn't slow down."

Claire gave Toby a hug. "I can't believe… you're really here."

"I can get back in the coffin if you like. Might smell like Nana's closet, but it was comfy."

She threw her arms around him again.

When Claire let Toby go, AAARRRGGHH! smothered him. "Wingman back!" AAARRRGGHH! scooped Toby into giant arms.

"Hey, AAARRRGGHH! How've ya been, buddy?" Toby's arms barely reached around half of AAARRRGGHH!'s neck.

"Sad," said the troll. "Sad Toby gone. Sad Toby didn't come back. Sad Wingman not around."

"You don't have to be sad anymore. I'm back!" Toby buried his arms in AAARRRGGHH!'s green fur. "And you're gonna have a tough time getting rid of me."

The troll set Toby down, and he turned to Jim. "Hey, Jimbo. Love the new armor." He rapped the redesigned breastplate. "Didn't get a chance to say that before. It looks—"

Jim hugged Toby. Tears streamed down his face. "I was so afraid I'd mess this up," he choked. "That I'd never see you again."

"Nah." Toby returned the hug. "You always get the important stuff right. I knew you'd figure this out. You're Jimbo, Trollhunter extraordinaire."

"I'm glad you're back, Tobes," Jim said. "Don't ever leave like that again."

"I'd die for you all over again if you needed it. What are friends for?" Toby's smile reached his eyes. "Plus, you've gotta admit Nana's right. I saved Arcadia."

"You sure did," Jim said. "I was getting my butt kicked until you turned Krel's trifurcate blaster on Bellroc and doused their magic. If you hadn't thought to grab El Guerito and help, I…"

"You still owe me tacos, ya know."

Jim half-laughed, half- choked. "They're on me. As soon as Arcadia Oaks doesn't look like a Godzilla convention gone wrong."

"Sounds like a plan. Hey, we can make it a double date. You bring Claire, and I'll bring Darci, just like old times."

AAARRRGGHH!'s deep laugh rumbled through the hollow as Jim's memories of Toby clogged every available crystal surface.

"Tobias Domzalski," Nari said, silencing everyone. "You are much loved. You have both family and time, and so to you and those who stand with you, I must give another gift. Nancy Domzalski, Darci Scott, Aarghaumont, Claire Nunez… Jim Lake, to you and Toby I give the gift of foreknowledge." She gestured to the crystals lighting the chamber. "In the years to come, each of you may ask of this place one question. Though Kronisphere is not as you remember it, its consciousness remains within these walls, and Jim and Excalibur have purged its propensity for mischief. But be sure of your questions because each of you only has one."

"Awesomesaaaaauce!" Toby bounced in place. "This is the coolest thing ever. What should I ask? Will I be a film director? Maybe if I'll have kids. What about—"

Nari's quiet laugh stopped Toby. "You have your whole life to choose your question. Don't worry about asking it tonight."

"I suppose the flower lady's got a point," Toby said. "Guess I'll keep that question for now."

"A wise choice," Nari said. "Now, I must help prepare for tonight's festivities."

Douxie took Nari's hand and walked out of the hollow with her.

Jim took off his amulet, making his armor vanish.

"Uh… Jimbo?" Toby poked Jim's arm. "That—that lady over there looks an awful lot like your mom, but she's way too young. And that guy looks like Mr. Strickler—the way he used to look, but like twenty years younger. What's going on?"

"That is my mom and Mr.—and Walter." It still felt strange to use Mr. Strickler's first name. "Nari gave them back fifteen years. And Walter's not a troll anymore."

"Who's that little guy?" Toby pointed to Nomura's youngling.

"Gabriel," said Jim.

"Definitely Draal's kid."

"Jim, honey, I brought clothes for you to change into." Barbara left Walter long enough to bring Jim a half-filled duffel and garment bag Mrs. Nunez had held onto. "We've got a few hours to get ready, but don't wait until the last minute."

"I won't, Mom." Jim took the duffel. "You want me to hold on to the rings?"

"Walt's got those. He won't lose them."

"Pretty sure I missed something," said Toby.

"Mom's getting married. Tonight."

"Oh hey, congratulations."

"I… think I'm still supposed to be the best man."

"You got this, Jimbo," Toby said. "You've got a speech written. Right?"