Well there you have if folks! The end of the story… It was kind of sudden wasn't it? Anyway, I hadn't really thought about how I would end it or when, I just knew I would find the right spot. During the last few chapters I had written, I knew the ending was coming up soon (but y'all didn't! Hah!).

So what now? Well… Okay, a few nights ago, I had a dream about the story… like, I was in the story but this time… I was living with my best friend Mikelle later in the year after the first story had taken place, and guess what? Another world crossing thing! So anyway, I'm going to give y'all a little sample of what I'd dreamed and you can all tell me if you think I should make a sequel story around that. :-D

"… Just think! You can finally decorate for Christmas however you want to!" I called over my shoulder to Mikelle, grabbing a bag of groceries in one hand and my house key in the other.

Mikelle dug through the trunk of her car, grabbing two more bags. "Yeah, but that means we have to buy it all! We don't exactly have a ton of money you know."

I laughed. "True, but that's why we have jobs, and savings accounts! But I understand: maybe this year we'll just buy a few decorations. I mean, it's not like we're going to have the whole family over for a party."

Mikelle chuckled. "Hurry up and unlock the door, I'm not as strong as you are, my arms are getting tired already!"

I twisted the key in the lock and called back to her over my shoulder as I pushed the door open. "Oh whatever! You've got the lightest bags, you can grab two –"

A jet of flame rocketed toward me from inside the duplex's walkway. My fighting instincts kicked in, as well as my "preserve the house" instincts and I enveloped the flames in an invisible shield, throwing it out the door and away from our new home. Mikelle stood in shock outside on the walkway; she had never seen me use my powers before.

I turned to face my attacker, grocery bag in hand, but stopped and stared in surprise.

"Zuko!"

He stepped out of his fighting stance, confusion written on every part of his face. "Kristen?" he looked me up and down, noticing my obviously American clothes contrasted to his Fire Nation ensemble. "What are you doing here?"

"I live here!" I nearly shouted. "And you nearly set my house on fire!"

"What are you doing back? You left!" He started to get that angry look in his eye again.

"Kristen…? What the heck is going on?" Mikelle stepped up to the doorway, peering through cautiously.

"Ah… um. This… oh man" I pressed my face into my hand in frustration. "This is going to take forever to explain." I turned to Zuko. "You aren't in your world any more. You're in mine. Mikelle, this is Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation… Good thing we're not working tonight 'cause we're going to need a long time to get through this."