Walter stepped to the edge the ferry, breathing in the fresh sea-air, and allowing it to rejuvenate his soul. Indian Summer had descended upon Maritime Canada, and the glorious sunshine reflected the joy in Walter.
He had put behind him all the self-pity he had been holding onto, and looked at life for the blessing that it was. The love he held for Katie was still with him, but he refused to wallow in her loss any longer. Things were probably most definitely settled between Una and Samson Bell, and he accepted that. It was probably best that things were settled. He accepted that all things fell according to a specific plan, and that was best.
With Ginny's help, he even boxed up a lot of things from Dovedale. The children would probably be thrilled to have their toys again, and he knew that it was time to really begin moving on.
Moving on, that's what he was bound and determined to do. Just as the ferry sliced its way through the water, Walter intended to push his way past the negative aspects of his life.
The red soil of Prince Edward Island was slowing beginning to come into sight. Walter smiled and turned away from the edge of the ferry. His grey eyes glistened in the morning sunlight. He looked very much the way he had before the war. He had even shaved off the beard he had worn for the past three years.
"Walter Blythe! As I live and breathe, I can't believe it's really you!" he heard from the deck above.
Standing there, her blonde hair shimmered in the sunlight and flowed majestically in the wind. She was every bit Diana, standing there beckoning to him.
He laughed with joy upon seeing his dear old friend. "Persis Ford! What are you doing in the part of the world?"