"Noo!" Monk shouted, leaping over the table. He pulled the gun from Sharona's hand and the shot fired at the ceiling. He sank onto the floor, and grabbed Sharona's hand. "God, no, Sharona! Please...I won't be able to live anymore if you're gone too..." he said, and he dropped the gun on the floor. He slipped Trudy's wedding ring that he wore to remind himself of her onto Sharona's ring finger. "Please. Marry me. I'll help you take care of Benjy and the other child... just don't go. I won't be able to live.." Monk whispered, looking up at Sharona with tears in his eyes. Sharona looked down at him and touched his cheek with one hand, and ran the other through his hair. "Oh, Monk. I- I- I love you. I want to marry you. Oh, God, please marry me. I want to be Mrs. Sharona Monk forever and forever. Oh, God, marry me tonight. Tomorrow. Soon. Please." she said, crying. Monk stood up and pulled Sharona into his arms. He wiped off her lips and gave her a deep, affectionate kiss. Sharona rested her head on Monk's shoulder and he hugged her for 10 minutes, 10 hours, 10 days. Monk didn't know and Monk didn't care. The waitress called to them "Hey, we're closing for an hour or two because of some special event. I gotta lock up, which means you need to leave. Now." she said, and sort of pushed them out. Monk and Sharona didn't care, though. They walked home in the bright, clear light of the moon, together.