Hi all!
Sorry for the delay, but you know how life can get in the way.

It kind of surprises me that a few of you thought Brian was a friend. He isn't. I even went back and read through the other chapters, Tristan's male friends that you have met are Owen, John, and Ian. You have not seen the last of Brian, you are just going to have to hang on and see what happens.

Thank you all for the awesome reviews! I really appreciate and enjoy them! You guys are awesome!

Enjoy,

Failte


"Mom! Dad!" Cady squealed, running to meet her parents.

Allura rushed past Keith and hugged her daughter, "Cady! It's so good to see you, sweetie. Oh, I just love what you did with your hair! How are you?"

"I'm great. How are you? How was the trip? I am so glad you're here." Cady gushed, hugging her mother before turning to her father.

"It was long," Allura said, turning to the others. "But nice. Sky, Erik, I hear congratulations are in order."

"Yes," Sky grinned.

"Well, let me see it," The Arusian Queen demanded, holding out her hand. "Oh, it's beautiful!"

"Thank you."

"I guess Uncle Lance and Aunt Darcy told you then?" Erik asked.

"Well, it was up to Becca and I to ply your mother with ice cream and shoulders to cry on," Allura explained.

"She was crying?" Sky asked.

"A good crying. Her baby is engaged, getting married. I guess your father never told her that Erik came to him and it caught her by surprise. Don't worry though, she is very happy about it. Tristan," she turned to her daughter's boyfriend. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, Ma'am," he bowed slightly. "It's nice to see you again."

"Oh, enough with the formalities," she opened her arms and gave him a tight squeeze. "It's so good to see you again."

Erik hurried over to help Keith with their luggage. "It's good to see you, sir."

"And you, Erik. How are things going here?"

"Fine. The media hasn't been in touch with us, but they did get in touch with Tristan's parents. You'll have to ask him about that."

"I will. So, you proposed, huh?"

Erik grinned, "Yes, sir, I did."

"Congratulations, son."

"Thank you, Uncle Keith."

"Come on, honey," Allura called over her shoulder. "We want to get to the hotel so we can go sample the food this city is famous for."

Tristan joined Keith and Erik, taking a suitcase in each hand. "Please, let me help sir."

"Thank you, Tristan. I think with the three of us, we can get this all in one trip. How far to the hotel?"

"We'll have to take two cabs, it's a twenty minute trip. But the restaurant we want to take you to is just down the street from the hotel."

"It's been a long trip, it feels good to be on solid ground again."

The three women stood near the exit and waited for them to catch up.

"They could offer to help," Erik grumbled.

Keith sighed and said good naturedly, "Allura and Cady are my fault, they're used to being spoiled and waited on."

"What about Sky?" Tristan asked.

"She has a fiancé now," Keith explained. "He has to wait on her."

"We'll see about that," Erik said.

Keith chuckled with all the knowledge of a man married over two decades, "It's easier to just accept it, Erik."


"I'm sure your parents will do a fine job with the interview," Allura told Tristan. "They can't tell the reporter anything about the trial, can they?"

He shook his head, "No. I think my mother is just looking forward to having her name in the paper again."

The six of them were seated around a table in a pizza place three blocks down from their hotel. It was warm, brightly lit, and smelled of spicy meat. They had worked their way through most of the two pizzas set in front of them.

"Have you heard anything from the Garrison about their findings?" Cady asked.

Keith shook his head, "I called the office here and they said the report was done, they said they would deliver a copy to our hotel tomorrow morning."

"Speaking of tomorrow," Allura said. "Erik, honey, when are your parents due in?"

"Tomorrow, midmorning," he replied. "I wish they had gotten an earlier flight, we have to be at the courthouse tomorrow at one for interviews."

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Keith assured him. "Your father does like to wait to the last second."

"Assuming their ship arrives on time, we'll have just enough time to drop their stuff off at the hotel, grab a quick lunch and make it to the courthouse."

"How long do you think this trial is going to last?" Sky asked.

Keith shrugged, "We don't know for sure, probably a few weeks, maybe a month. But once we testify, we should be free to go, I don't think the Garrison will call us back. I'm hoping they'll call us all in the first week so we can be done."

"Anyone want the last piece of the three meat pizza?" Erik asked.

Tristan raised an eyebrow, "Arm wrestle you for it."

"Come on guys," Sky interjected. "There's some veggie pizza left."

They both turned and looked at her as though she was a foreign language.

"Oh, right, sorry," she apologized, holding up both hands. "I forgot, you man, you want meat."

"Just don't forget it again," Erik huffed.

"So, once you're married, does that mean Sky has to stay home and skin and cook the animals you kill?" Tristan asked.

"Ideally, but we're still discussing that," Erik explained. "I might give in and let her hunt once in a while."

"That's very generous of you."

"Yeah, I thought so."

"Too bad you're not real bright," Sky muttered.

Her fiancé looked at her, "Excuse me?"

She indicated the round metal tray in front of them, now empty.

"What happened?" Erik asked.

"Well, you were talking about meat and I got hungry, so I took it," Allura said, biting into the slice.


"So what are your plans this evening?" Allura asked Cady as they walked back to their hotel.

Cady had hooked her arm through her mother's while her father walked onAllura's otherside. Erik and Sky were walking hand in hand behind them, talking to Tristan. "It's been a long day, I'm hoping to just go back to the hotel and crash. You'll have to come to my room, you have got to see what Sky and I bought today."

"You guys are across the hall from us, right?"

"Yup, and the boys are next door to you."

"Where is Sven and Romelle's room?"

"Erik said they have the room on the other side of yours."

Allura sighed softly, "If only we didn't have to worry about this trial, then we could really have fun. See some shows, do a little shopping."

"We'll be back again, I'm sure," Cady assured her.

"Sure we will," Keith spoke up. "We'll bring all the kids, show them Broadway."

"Tess would love that," Allura said.

"And then you'll have to take them up to Boston," Tristan called from behind them. "I know my parents would love to have you all."

"That sounds like fun."

"Are you guys going to get to see Grandma while you're here?" Cady asked.

"When we're done with the trial," Keith answered. "I don't know how long we'll have with her, that depends on how long we're needed here."

"Erik, sweetie, when are you're grandparents getting here?" Allura asked.

"Tomorrow evening," he responded.

"Even without the trial, we would be having a busy week," Tristan commented.

Sky nodded, "We're going to need a vacation when we get back to Arus to relax from this one."

"Oh, buck up," Keith said. "You're all young."

"Yeah," Cady agreed. "But we have to take you guys and your age into consideration when we make plans now."

"And what is that supposed to mean, young lady?" Her father asked.

Erik, Sky, and Tristan all chimed, "Oohhhhhh."

Cady shrugged, "Nothin', just that you're old and we can't let get too worn out."

"That's it, little girl," Keith warned. "You're disinherited."

She looked at her mother, innocently, "Am I really disinherited, Mom?"

Allura smiled sweetly, "Yes, honey, it looks that way."

"Tristan," Cady looked over her shoulder.

He winked at her, "I got your back, babe."


Early the next morning, Cady knocked on the door to her parent's room. Allura opened the door and greeted her daughter with a smile.

"How're you doing this morning?" Cady asked, following her mother into the room.

"Good. A Garrison messenger dropped off the report about twenty minutes ago, your father is reading it now."

"What does it say?"

Keith looked up from his seat at the small table in front of the window, "They found that we did nothing wrong."

Cady looked at the thick, bound book lying on the table, "All of that to tell you you did nothing wrong?"

"They can be rather long winded at the Garrison," he replied.

"Where's Sky?" Allura asked as she twisted her hair up onto her head.

"She's in the shower, she should be ready soon."

"When the guys are ready we can head downstairs and grab some breakfast."

"Have you seen them yet?"

"I saw them," Keith said. "They were down in the hotel's gym when I went to meet the messenger."

Cady sat on the edge of the bed, "So, what does this mean, the report?"

"It means that the Garrison does not believe Vinn's allegations. They have found no proof or even probable cause to investigate it further."

"So, you think the trial will be over quickly?"

He nodded, "I hope so."

Allura went to answer a quick knock at the door. "Good morning, Sky."

"Good morning, Aunt Allura, how are you?"

"I'm great, how're you?"

"Fantastic."

"Fantastic? Really?"

Sky held her left hand up in front of her and studied her ring, "Yes, fantastic."

Allura laughed, "Oh yes, I remember that feeling." She smiled at her husband, "I'm still feeling it, actually."

Cady rolled her eyes, "You've had it for a couple of days now, can you stop flashing it around?"

"When you get your ring," Sky said, sitting beside her. "You'll want to flash it around and I will take it all in stride, so give me this."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the Princess mumbled.

"Uncle Keith, is that the report?"

"Yes it is," he tapped the closed cover.

"Well?"

"Well?"

She rolled her eyes, "What does it say?"

"What do you think it says?"

"Uncle Keith, come on."

He smiled, "They couldn't find anything to support Vinn's allegations."

"I knew it," Sky said, vehemently. "His defense doesn't have a leg to stand on, do they?"

"Not that I can tell."

"Good. I want this trial over with."

"I am starving," Cady announced, standing. "I'm going to see if the guys are ready."

"I'll come too," Sky offered.

"If you're not back in three minutes I am coming after you!" Keith called as they left.

Cady knocked sharply on the door to room 318.

Erik yanked the door open, "Don't you see the 'Do Not Disturb' sign?"

Cady cocked an eyebrow, "Just what is going on in there?"

The bathroom door opened and Tristan stepped out wearing a towel around his waist. "Hi girls!" He called as he grabbed a shirt from his suitcase and returned to the bathroom.

"Wow," Cady and Sky whispered.

"Excuse me?" Erik glared at his fiancée.

"What?"

"You just wowed."

"What?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, "You just saw a nearly naked Tristan and you said 'wow'."

"I did not."

"Yes you did."

"Well, you can't blame her," Cady interrupted.

"Go away, Cady," Erik snapped.

Sky smiled sweetly, "I didn't mean it."

He scowled at her, "I can't believe you 'wowed' another man. It makes every wow you ever gave me seem cheap."

She stepped closer and slid her arms under his, "Believe me, you earned every 'wow' I ever gave you. If anything, the 'wow' I just gave Tristan was cheap."

"Hm."

Sky pressed her lips to his and kissed him until his resolve melted and he uncrossed his arms and pulled her close.

Cady cleared her throat, "Come on, guys, it's too early for this."

Erik lifted his head and looked down at his girlfriend, "Okay, I'll forgive you for this one time. But if I ever 'wow' some girl, you can't get angry."

"One 'wow'," Sky agreed. "After that, I get mad."

"Accept it, man," Tristan appeared behind him. "I'm just hotter than you."

Erik snorted, "You wish."

"No, he is," Cady said.

"Oh, I disagree," Sky argued.

"Okay, we can argue this for hours, but I am starving," Cady announced. "Let's go get breakfast. Besides, we all know Tristan is the hotter one."

Sky winked at Erik and mouthed, 'No he's not.'

"I know," he replied, stealing a quick kiss.


"So, de investigators found noting," Sven said.

They all sat around the table at a deli where Keith had just explained to everyone what he had read in the report.

"Not a thing," Keith said. "They found that our dungeons went beyond what is required of Garrison approved containment units. The food preparation is exceptional and our medical facility is more than adequate. They also found our police station to be, um…" He flipped through the report. "Clean, well organized, and up-to-date with all current Garrison standards with the officers well trained and coordinated."

"Wow," Romelle whispered. "That sounds great."

"It was the least they could do," Allura huffed. "They weren't exactly pleasant while they were combing over my planet."

"They only did what they had to do," Keith pointed out. "It was about business and clearing our name, they weren't trying to make friends."

"As far as I'm concerned," Cady announced. "This whole trial is just a big waste of time. He is guilty, everyone knows it. So why are we bothering with this?"

"He's hoping for a lighter sentence or they may even plead insanity," Tristan explained.

"Then why doesn't he take a plea bargain?" Erik asked. "We know there was one on the table that would put him away for life, but no death sentence. If we go to trial, there is an even better chance he'll be put to death."

"He's probably hoping to be seen as a martyr," Sven said.

Sky snorted, "Who in their right mind would hold him up as a martyr?"

"That's just it," Keith said. "They wouldn't exactly be in their right mind."

Tristan plucked a pickle chip out of the bowl on the table and popped it in his mouth, "I can't wait to see who the defense has on their witness list. Can you imagine the character witnesses they would find for Vinn?"

"Well, lets see, Lotor and Landor are dead," Allura said, ticking them off on her fingers. "So is Haggar, so we know it's not them."

"Maybe Satan?" Sven suggested.

Keith chuckled, "And I can't imagine him being a very good character witness, he'd be torn apart on the stand."

"What happens if he pleads insanity and is found insane?" Cady asked.

"He'll be locked away ina hospitalfor observation and rehabilitation," Keith explained. "But we don't want that."

"Why?"

"If they find him insane and send him to an institute, in maybe twenty years or so, they might actually rehabilitate him or he might convince him that he was rehabilitated and Vinn might be allowed back into society."

Erik checked his watch, "If everyone is done, we should probably head out. We're due at the courthouse in forty five minutes."

Keith snatched the bill off the table before anyone else could, "I'll take care of this and meet you all outside."

"How far do we have to go?" Romelle asked as they stepped out onto the crowded, noisy sidewalk.

"We'll take a couple of cabs," her son explained. "We should make it in twenty or thirty minutes."

Sky slipped her hand into Erik's. She wouldn't admit it to him, or anyone, but she was feeling nervous about being a witness. And Schuyler Collier was not a nervous person. She faced everything straight on and with her head held high, or at least she thought she did, but right now, she was feeling unsure, nervous, and wary.

He gently squeezed her hand and offered her a reassuring smile.

"So, Sky, what did your parents have to say about your news?" Romelle asked as they waited for Keith.

She and Erik had told his family the news of their engagement when they had all sat down for lunch. Romelle and Sven had been surprised and a little hesitant about giving their support to a union started so young. But after they spoke a while and explained that the two of them were waiting a couple of years, his parents congratulated the couple.

"Well, my dad knew it was coming," Sky explained. "Erik had spoken to him about it. But I guess it caught my mom off guard. Aunt Allura said she was a little upset, crying."

"Oh, I'm sure it was a good kind of crying," Romelle assured her with a smile. "We all knew this was going to happen, I guess we were all just a little surprised that it was happening so soon."

"When are you getting married?" Delora asked.

"We haven't picked a date yet," Sky replied.

"We still have plenty of time," Erik added. "I just wanted to brand Sky as my own."

She looked at him, an eyebrow raised, "Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"I can't believe you picked out a ring that beautiful," Delora teased. "I never knew you had such good taste."

"Brat," Erik scowled at his younger sister.

"Okay, let's get going," Keith said as he joined them. "We'll need, what? Three cabs?"

"Nah, we can fit into two, we'll just get cozy," Tristan said as he raised his hand to hail a cab. "We'll meet you guys there."

Keith climbed into the front seat with the driver while Allura, Cady, and Tristan slid into the back. Erik hailed another cab and held the door open so Romelle, Delora, Sky, and himself could cram into the backseat while Sven sat in the front.

Erik slid his arm across the back of the seat and shifted, trying to get more comfortable, "When are we going to head to the airport to pick up Grandma and Grandpa?"

"Deir flight is due in at a little after eight," Sven said.

"What are they going to do while we're in court?"

"I am de only von who has to testify, I vas able to get your mother and sister off de vitness list." His father explained. "So dey are going to show your grandparents around."

"We got tickets to a musical," Romelle said. "And we're going to do some shopping. It'll be fun."

"Ve'll meet up vith them vhen ve aren't at de courthouse and hopefully, dis trial won't last long."

"That's for sure," Sky mumbled. "But if you guys don't have to testify, why are you going with us today?"

"They still need us to answer a few questions," Romelle explained. "The head prosecutor told Sven that Delora and I most likely won't have to testify, but he still wants to speak with us."

In the other cab, Tristan was inviting Keith and Allura to visit his family when the trial was over.

"That sounds like fun," Allura said. "I can't wait to meet your parents."

"I hope you don't mind if we just spend one night in Boston," Keith added. "But, depending on how long this trial takes, our time on Terra is quite limited and I promised my mother we'd visit her too."

"Not a problem," Tristan assured him. "They will totally understand."

Allura laid a hand on his arm, "And we'll be back again before long. We'll spend some more time then and your parents are welcome to visit Arus any time."


Twenty five minutes later, their cab pulled up behind the other one, where Sven was handing bills through the window to the driver. Keith waved off Tristan's attempt to pay and pulled his wallet out.

They entered the Garrison headquarters and Keith led them to the front desk.

"Commander Keith Whitaker, here to see Malachi Sullivan."

The woman behind the desk nodded and typed something on the keyboard to her computer before picking up the headset to her phone and announcing their arrival. She turned back to them with a forced smile on her face, "Major Davis will be down shortly, he will take you to the courthouse."

Keith nodded, "Thank you, Ma'am."

A few moments later, a gentleman dressed in uniform and with a short crew cut approached them. He saluted sharply. "Commander Whitaker?"

Keith nodded and returned the salute before introducing everyone with him.

"It's an honor meeting you all," Major Davis said in a clipped tone. "Follow me, please, and I will take you to the courthouse. Malachi Sullivan is the head prosecutor, he's meeting with the judge and defense now, then you will be taken in for questioning."

They followed him wordlessly through a side door and across a courtyard to another building. Major Davis showed his identification and was allowed through the door where they all had to go through metal detectors. From there, he led them up a flight of stairs and down a hallway to a room with a table and a few chairs.

"You can wait here, Sullivan will be with you shortly," the Major told them. "Is there anything I can get you?"

Keith looked around, they all shook their heads. "No, thank you Major, we're fine." He replied.

"If you should need anything, there is a phone on the wall there that connects directly to the front desk. Please turn off any cell phone or devices that are unnecessary. Good day."

And suddenly the nine of them were alone in this room with six chairs. For a moment they all stood silently, as though they had no idea where to go next or what to do.

"Uh, well, have a seat," Keith held a chair out for Allura. "I'm sure Mr. Sullivan will be here soon."

Sky found herself too nervous to sit, shaking her head when Erik offered her a seat. Her feet refused to stop moving, tapping impatiently, her arms crossed over her chest.

Cady sat beside her mother, while Romelle, Delora, Sven, and Keith took the left over chairs. Tristan stood behind Cady, his hand possessively resting on her shoulder. Sky continued her little dance of nerves while Erik leaned against the wall, watching her with an expression of amusement and concern.

"I alvays hated uncomfortable silences," Sven mumbled.

"We could play 'I Spy'," Romelle suggested, kiddingly.

Erik snorted, "I spy, with my little eyes, something drab green."

"Everything in this room?" Tristan asked.

"Ding, ding, you win."

"Smart aleck," Romelle chastised her son.

"We could start talking wedding plans," Allura said, glancing over at Sky and Erik.

"What?" Sky asked, startled.

"Planning, you know, for your wedding."

"Oh, yeah."

Keith raised his eyebrows, "Are you okay, Schuyler?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"You seem a little…nervous."

"No, no," she shook her head. "I'm fine."

Erik stepped forward and slid his arm around her shoulders, "Do we know what to expect when Sullivan gets here?"

Keith shrugged, "No, none of us have ever been witnesses for a trial before. But I'm sure he's harmless."

Biting her lip, Sky forced her feet to stop moving. She was feeling a little foolish at how obvious she was being with her nerves.

Erik pressed a gentle kiss to her temple before whispering into her ear, "It's going to be fine, Sunny, this will be over before you know it and maybe we can find another B&B to hide in."

"What are you saying to her, Erik?" Romelle asked. "You're making her blush."

Mortified, Sky covered her cheeks, "I am not!"

"Yes you are," Cady teased.

Allura shook her head, "Don't pick on Sky, she has a lot going on right now."

"She's worried about her dog," Erik said.

"Figment is fine," Keith assured her. "I've seen Lance walking both dogs each morning and evening. She seems perfectly happy."

"But how is Greedo treating her?" Sky asked.

"It's not Greedo you need to worry about."

She furrowed her brow, "What do you mean?"

Keith and Allura chuckled.

"Well, it seems that Figment has started sitting on Greedo," Keith explained. "If he has a toy or ball or chew that she wants, Figment will walk over to where he's lying down and sit on his head."

Erik laughed, "Figment's a little bully!"

"Lance has had to start separating them at night. Figment has been sleep in the kitchen ever since he caught her lying on Greedo's back."

Sky smiled, proud of her little dog, "She's just showing him who's boss."

Tristan checked his watch, they had been there five minutes.

"I'm sure Sullivan will be in any second now," Keith said.


Nearly an hour later, they were still alone in the room.

Erik leaned against the wall with Sky leaning back against him, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist as she rested her head back against his shoulder. Keith paced the room impatiently while Tristan sank into the chair he had vacated.

Conversations had come and gone, they had now fallen into an uncomfortable silence. Keith had called the front desk twice, trying to find out what was taking so long and both times he was told that Sullivan would be with them shortly. He had even opened the door and looked out into the hallway a couple of times, stopping a woman carrying an arm full of files who said she would see what she could find out for him as soon as she could.

"This is ridiculous," Keith grumbled.

"Oh, I don't know," Sven replied dryly. "I tink it's nice to have dis time to relax."

"What is taking so long?" Cady asked.

Tristan reached over and massaged the back of her neck, "I'm sure there is a really good reason for this."

"There had better be," Keith said.

"Okay," Sky stood up straight and stretched her arms above her head. "I'm going to need to find a bathroom soon."

"Me too," Romelle said.

Sven stood and stretched, "Come on, lets go find one."

Before he reached the door, there was a quick knock and it opened. A disheveled man wearing a brown suit with his tie loosened and his glasses sliding down his nose rushed in.

"I am so sorry to have kept you waiting," he said hurriedly, setting a briefcase on the table and running a hand through his thinning hair. "I'm Malachi Sullivan."

"Mr. Sullivan," Keith stepped forward and introduced himself. "I am Keith Whitaker. May I ask what is going on?"

"Of course, Commander, once again, I am sorry to have kept you waiting," he smiled and nodded to the others as they all gathered around the table. "I know you have all come a very long way, and we at the Garrison greatly appreciate it."

"Why do I feel like there's a 'but' coming," Sky muttered.

Erik elbowed her in the side.

Malachi smiled at her, "Because there is a 'but' coming. We appreciate all of your cooperation, but you are now free to go."

"What?" Keith asked, confused.

"Mr. Vinn has been analyzed by two psychiatric doctors and has been found him to be to mentally incompetent to stand trial."

"So there will be no trial?" Allura asked.

"Correct."

Keith placed both hands on the table and leaned in, "So, you're telling me that we traveled all this way, disrupted our lives, and now you don't need us?"

"I understand your frustration, sir, but…"

"Why was this not decided earlier?" Erik asked.

"It had been discussed before, but Mr. Vinn refused to plead insanity. When the findings came back that Arus was not in any way guilty of abuse or mistreatment, his lawyer convinced him to undergo psychiatric evaluations. Two doctors, both court appointed, have found him to be mentally ill. The Garrison has accepted a plea that will put him in a mental hospital until it is determined he is no longer a threat or no longer mentally ill."

"Vhat are de chances of him being released into de public?" Sven asked.

"Slim to none. I can pretty much guarantee to you that Mr. Vinn will be confined to the hospital, under maximum security, permanently."

Keith scowled, "Will I be able to be kept up to date on his progress?"

"Of course, Commander, but I promise you, that there is nothing for you to worry about. Mr. Vinn will not be released into society. It's over, sir, you are free to return home."

They all looked at each other, no one really sure what to say or how to react. There were feelings of surprise, frustration, annoyance, and a touch of happiness surrounding them all.

"If there is anything else I can do for you," Malachi opened his briefcase and handed them all copies of his business card. "You can reach me at this number or through email. Would you like me to show you out?"

Keith shook his head, "That's not necessary. Thank you, Mr. Sullivan."

Malachi shook hands with them all and bid them good day, leaving the door open as he left.

"There is no way this is all over," Erik said.

Tristan shrugged, "It appears to be."

"So we flew all the way out here and they don't need us," Keith snarled. "We have work to do back on Arus, we don't have time to fly all over the universes just to be told that Vinn is going to be spending the rest of his life in a cushy hospital, not serving time in prison."

"I'm sure we can find out more about this hospital," Tristan said. "And I can tell you, that it isn't exactly like a hotel he's staying in."

"Okay," Allura clapped her hands together. "Let's put this into perspective. We are done with Vinn, he is going to be locked away and we don't have to worry about him anymore. We are on Terra, in a big city, and we're all dressed up. Let's go shopping and then have dinner at an expensive restaurant before going to the airport and meeting Sven's family."

"Sounds good to me," Romelle said.

Shrugging, Erik took Sky's hand and they followed the others out of the room.

"I can't believe its over," she whispered to him.

"You know Uncle Keith is going to keep an eye on this. If Vinn so much as sneezes, he will know. And I think we can talk to Tristan's father, he can find out about this hospital and what kind of treatments Vinn will be undergoing."

She smiled, "Are you kidding, before he returns to Arus, Keith will know what color the sheets are Vinn's bed and how often their changed."

"Come on guys," Cady called over her shoulder. "We only have five hours to shop and get dinner."