jtbwriter: I don't know that he's sorry, per se, but it'll hopefully be resolved to your satisfaction. Enjoy!

chiroho: lol. It's not quite that I'm trying to drive him crazy, but that could be a story idea… (Tony's drifting off to sleep. Kate: "BOO!" Tony sits up in bed, but no one's there. He lays back down. Kate: "BOO AGAIN!" Tony: "AARGH!" Tony rips out his hair and runs shrieking out of the room.) I could have fun with that. Enjoy the last chapter!

shirik: I'm sorry, hopefully this chapter will make it better.

Karieflybabe: Ermm… right. Very sorry (edges away) Here! I updated! See! Who wants a shiny new chapter?

Cerasi J: Thanks! It's nice to meet another LGM fan. I'm glad you're enjoying it, I hope you like the last chapter.

csigirlie156: lol. Thanks so much! I know, the "Kate is dead" thing is very traumatic. Tony can't bring himself to say it in this chapter, partly because it conveys his feelings, partly because I couldn't bring myself to type it… Ah! I typed it! (breaks down sobbing in the corner) Why, CBS, WHY?

As I've said, this is the last chapter (sniffle) It's longer than the previous two, and will hopefully work out everything in a way that you guys like. I don't know when I'll get new stories up, as I have an over the summer paper on "The Great Gatsby" due the 25th of July, and I'll be in Virginia the 16th through the 23rd,but keep an eye out for me. Please enjoy the grand finale and please review!

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The tears began flowing anew, and he sank, sobbing, into a kitchen chair.

He didn't know how long he sat there crying over missed opportunities, but he apparently fell asleep. He awoke at 4:30 a.m. with uncomfortably dry eyes, and a killer headache. "Unnn…." He moaned and held his head in his hands.

He went to the bathroom and took some aspirin. Bending over the sink, he splashed cold water on his face. As he stood up, he jumped when he saw Kate in the mirror. But, she was only there for a second, so he dismissed it as the product of his hangover.

He was hoping that this was his last run-in with his hallucination, and he went to the bedroom to grab another few hours of sleep. With a scrutinizing look around the room to make sure he was alone, he hurriedly began to take off his clothes. He thought he heard a small laugh, and he quickly pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms and climbed into bed.

He rolled over and ended up staring at the pile of clothes on the floor. The events of the day had taken their toll on this particular outfit; the moonlight made the blood on it a deep crimson.

He suddenly felt the need to take a shower.

He got up and picked up the clothes with his fingertips, tossed them in the fireplace, and threw a match in as well. As he watched the flames engulf the only physical link to Kate (however morbid it may be) he had, his stomach churned, and he ran to the bathroom and threw up.

After a shower, he felt a little better, and went back into his bedroom. It was 5:00, and he sighed as he looked at the clock. Darkness still pervaded the room, and he climbed into bed.

"Tony," Kate whispered. "Are you still awake?"

Tony groaned and rolled over. "This is not happening."

"Look Tony," she said, and she moved to sit on the bed.

Tony marveled that this was one hell of a hallucination; he had felt the bed shift when she sat down. "You're not real."

"But I wanted to…"

"You're not real!" He had his eyes squeezed shut.

"Tony, I just…"

"I can't hear you, cause you're NOT REAL!"

She placed her hands on her hips. "Could you just listen for…"

"NOT REAL! Not real, not real, not real…"

Kate ripped the pillow out from under his head, and clubbed him with it. Tony stared in wide-eyed, open-mouthed amazement, and began babbling to himself.

"Great, just great. My alcohol-induced hallucination just hit me, and I felt it. I'm crazy, that must be it. I'm not just drunk and hungover, I'm friggin crazy. That's wonderful. Just when I thought this day couldn't get any…"

Kate silenced him by taking his face in her hands and kissing him. Her voice was soft as she stared into his eyes. "Can I talk now?"

He opened his mouth as if he were about to say something, but found no words, and merely nodded instead.

"What you said earlier meant the world to me, Tony, and I had to tell you that I love you too. I've loved you since the day we met… well, not really. You made kind of a lousy first impression, but shortly after that day… I fell in love." She smiled broadly, and her eyes sparkled with the intelligence and wit she always displayed.

"This is a fabulous fantasy I'm having here, but, unfortunately, you're dea… you're… not around anymore."

"Tony, this is not a fantasy. My soul, ghost, spirit, angel, whatever the hell I am, is here because you need to move on with your life."

"And you saying you love me is supposed to help me do that?" He laughed bitterly. "Let's say this isn't a dream or a hallucination, or the delusions of my shattered mind." He smiled ironically. "Now that you've told me, all I'll be able to think about for the rest of my life is how all I had to do was tell you, and we could've been together. I had the opportunity, the chance for happiness, for a life with you, and I blew it. This is not making me feel any better."

"I can see things from this side of the white light. If you don't get over this… it'll ruin your life."

"It's been less than a day, Kate! I'm supposed to get over losing you just like that?"

"Of course not! But you need to keep this in mind, Tony." She ran a hand down his cheek. "Move on."

Tears filled his eyes once again. "It's not fair."

"Of course it's not fair. Life isn't fair. But I'll still be with you."

He laughed. "In my heart, right?"

"Yes, in your heart," she said, sounding exasperated. She slapped him playfully on the chest. "Don't knock it, Tony. Most clichés have some truth to them."

He caught her hand in his as it bounced off his chest. "I don't know that I'll ever get over it, but I'll try for you."

She smiled and laced her fingers with his. "I'm glad."

"Could you… stay with me?" His eyes pleaded with her.

"Sure." She laid down facing him. As he closed his eyes, she gently played with his hair and stroked his face. His arms wrapped around her, and he fell asleep to the sound of her soft humming.

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He awoke to bright light in his bedroom. Gazing at the clock, he saw that it was now 10:00 a.m. As he stretched, he noticed there was something on his bedside table that hadn't been there before. It was a photo, and he gingerly picked it up.

Smiling at him from within the picture was Kate and himself. He laughed as he remembered this photo: it had been at the office Christmas party. He and Kate were… ever so slightly drunk, and, when asked to pose for a picture, they had simultaneously thrown their arms around each other, their cheeks pressed together. He delicately ran a finger over her lovely face, and smiled as he remembered the night before.

He instinctively knew that everything was going to be okay, but for now, he could grieve, and remember the short time they had together. He placed the picture back on the table and rose from the bed. He threw open his curtains. It was a beautiful day, and he was looking forward to sharing it with the woman he loved.

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TA DA! Ok, so it was just a tad bit hokey towards the end, but I think it works.Thanks to everyone who read and everyone who reviewed, (the reviews have made writing this story an excellent experience) and I hope you all will follow me into other stories. I look forward to reading your thoughts on the conclusion. Thank you!