Epilogue
It was quiet in the treehouse as everyone slept soundly in their beds. Winter had arrived on the plateau, bringing with it a chill in the air. She smiled as she watched them turn slightly in their beds oblivious to their surroundings. She shook her head as she looked at the disorder of the treehouse.
None of them seemed particularly inclined for organizing anything, as that was always her main forte. She glided effortlessly from room to room, spending a moment alone with each person before arriving at her final destination.
Sitting weightlessly on his bed, she raised the covers around the reporter until she was content he was warm enough. Running a hand through his hair, she placed a kiss on his forehead. Her lips trailed down his temple to rest beside his ear.
"Tell kind stories about me in your journal. Remember me," she whispered. With one last look at the tree house she closed her eyes and disappeared into the cool night air.