Last real chapter…. I don't own FHFIF. I do own Lilio'i; she's a character of mine.

Dear Mac.

It's been a long time. Where the flip can I start? Oh well. From the beginnings good. I found a picture of you today. It's been what? Fifty? Sixty years? Never knew time could go so fast.

When you first went, I couldn't sleep. Eduardo, Coco, and wilt (do you remember them?) really worried about me. I wouldn't eat, sleep, or do anything. Frankie actually had to force feed meonce. Its not nice being strapped to a chair and having chicken soup forced down your throat. You know I hate the stuff.

Then there was your funeral. It must have been weird, watching your own funeral. Your coffin was so small. It was just wrong. I was kicked back into Fosters after. I felt angry. First, you had abandoned me. Then your family, your memories. It took me a while to adjust. I would watch the clock, and expect every knock at the door to be you. Instead it was just some other stupid imaginary friend.

Then she came. She saw me watching the others getting adopted. There was loads more happier, nicer, cuter imaginary friends than me there, but she took me home. I didn't want to know. I felt I was betraying you.

But she looked after me, and my old goofy side started to appear again. She was a sweet little girl, an artist, blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was goofy too, and we would sit up all night just swapping stories. But she was nothing compared to you.

You might be wondering about the others. Ed got adopted by a little boy who got bullied. They were perfect for each other, I think. Wilt was adopted too. By a little girl with Downs Syndrome. I couldn't forget the look of joy on that kid's face when she grabbed Wilt's leg. Coco? She didn't get adopted at all. She became the permanent resident there. Frankie… well. This guy called Danny moved in. They hated each other at first, but in about five years they married. Loves a weird thing, huh?

When the little girl who adopted me went, I found myself living in Fosters again. Frankie was there, and so was her kid. You know what im like with babies.

Everything else is a blur now. All I know is that I've lived as best a life as I can without you.

I miss you so much Mac. I never forgot you for one minuite.

Anyway, I hope to see you soon.

Your pal,

Bloo

Bloo smiled, and put the pen down. He cracked his old hands together and yawned. God It's late, he thought. Fosters looked strange in the moonlight. He could hear the television downstairs, but he felt tired. He yawned and laid his head on the desk, and closed his eyes.

"Bloo," A voice echoed gently behind him. "Look behind you,"

Bloo stuck his hands in the air. " I surrender!!!"

"Turn around, Bloo,"

Bloo spun around. A bright light was emanating from the centre of the room. In it was a woman. She was wearing a skirt, and around her head was a halo of leaves.

"Angel???" Bloo started screaming.

"Calm down Bloo. I am an angel. My name is lilio'i, and I'm here to guide you to your hereafter,"

"You mean… you're the grim reaper?"

"In a way, yes,"

"Your not what I pictured you to look like,"

"That's what they all say,"

"So I'm dead now???"

"That's your body there, Bloo," Lilio'i pointed. At the desk, was an old bloo; his body slumped over a letter.

"Oh. So it is,"

"Heart attack… third this year, Bloo," she carried on.

"Oh great, I owed those crummy doctors a kick in the shins,"

"Mac will be pleased to know you haven't changed one bit,"

"Mac? You have Mac???"

"Yup! And Frankie! And Madam Foster. They've been waiting near on sixty years for you!"

The light engulfed them.

Bloo opened his eyes. Around him was fosters… the bed… the telly… it was all there! Maybe it was all adream! He felt young again, and he turned around, and saw Mac race toward him.

"Bloo! Great to see ya! Welcome to my heaven!"

"Your heaven? Who's the selfish one?" Bloo winked, and laughed his head off, being watched by madam foster and a younger looking Frankie.

Hey, hey can't forget the interview, can we? Next chappy. Hope it made sense to you.