Chapter Thirty-four: The Final Chapter
A plane, not unlike one of the many they've been on in the last six months. But unlike those, this plane is taking them to a place they can call home. If only for awhile.
Nearly immediately after Sydney spoke to Sark, made her decision, Sydney, Michael, and the children boarded their first plane. They wouldn't stop for months. Paris, Athens, Rome. Countless other cities. They do not travel under aliases, false identities, changing their hair color and clothes. They are never in any one location for their names and identities to matter, anyway.
That will stop today.
Their children need a home, a school, a life, and that means that the Vaughn family is finally going to have to settle down. After months of research, they have finally found a small little island in the Caribbean where they believe they will be safe, at least for a year, two maybe.
It will not be the life they have always dreamed of. Sark, Irina, and presumably Jack Bristow are after them, and that means that Sydney and Michael will spend the rest of their lives looking over their shoulders. Waiting for the other shoe to drop. They feel terrible about the childhood they are giving Jack and Emily. But deep down they know that it is a life better than the ones they would have lived as minions of the Organization. At least on their own they are not handing their children a one-way ticket to a life of crime, a life that provides many material comforts but makes it impossible to sleep at night. Or to look at yourself in the mirror in the morning.
Their actions over the past decade will dictate the rest of their lives. They will never truly be free.
But they will have each other. And they can only hope that that will be enough.
THE END