Brenda threw the stack of sweaters into the suitcase while Dylan emptied the contents of a drawer into a box. Soft jazz drifted into the room from the stereo in the tiny kitchen in her London flat. It was her last night in the city, the place that had eventually become her home over the past decade. They'd spent the last week packing and going out with her friends, trying to fit a year's worth of goodbyes into a matter of days. While a part of her was sad to leave this part of her life behind, a greater part of her was ready to start her life with Dylan.

"Does this go or stay?" Dylan asked, holding up a shoebox covered in packing tape. She smiled at the item, remembering when she had packed that box after he had left her the second time.

"That definitely goes," she said, grabbing the box and sitting on the bed. "That is the breakup box from the last time you left London."

Dylan grinned. "Emphasis placed on the last time, Bren. What's in it?" He sat down beside her and looked over her shoulder. She struggled to tare away at the layers of tape before finally ripping the lid off the box. There were photographs and letters and his silver pocket watch. It was all the things she couldn't stand to look at after he had left. He looked up at her, her eyes shining with tears at the memory. "You kept my watch?"

"Of course I kept it, you gave it to me," she said. He had given it to her the night before he'd gone back to Los Angeles. It was the thing that meant most to him, and he had insisted that she take it. He wanted the person who mattered most to have the thing that mattered most. "Do you still have yours?"

Dylan grinned and nodded. "It's in a box wrapped up in one of Jack's handkerchiefs. There is a photo of me with Iris and Erica in there, too. I always told myself if there was a fire, that'd be what I grabbed first."

Brenda had given Dylan a rosary from her very first day in London. She'd gone to visit St. Paul's Cathedral almost as soon as she had landed in England. It made her happy to know that he'd cherished it as much as she had his watch. Sorting through the rest of the contents, she sighed deeply. "I guess we better finish."

"We can finish it later," he growled, pulling her back against the bed. As he laid a trail of kisses across her collarbone, she lost all sense of reality. Kicking the box off the bed, she barely noticed as the photographs and letters floated to the ground; instead, she closed her eyes and let herself fall away. In the moment, there was no one else in the world but Brenda Walsh and Dylan McKay.

In a luxurious ski lodge in the mountains of Aspen, David Silver and Valerie Malone felt very much the same way. They were entangled in each other's arms in front of the fire, enjoying the peaceful calm of a quiet night indoors. Valerie snuggled into David's shoulder, pulling the knit afghan further up her body. He let his body rest against her as she told him about the club she was running and her life in Colorado.

"It's amazing, David. I managed to find my passion a second time around. I put everything I was into the After Dark, and when I left L.A., I wasn't sure that I'd find anything like that again. Opening this place gave me that."

"You seem so happy."

"Professionally, I couldn't ask for more. Personally, well, things are definitely looking up," she murmured, leaning in to kiss him deeply.

"Well, would you ever think about coming back to L.A. to run the After Dark?"

"What about Noah?" she asked. She'd been gone a long time, and she had no idea what was going on with her old club. Reluctant to ask for too many details, she hadn't even mentioned the After Dark up until now.

"Noah and Ellen are moving back East to be near his family. His mother is sick. I bought the After Dark last week."

"You did what?" she cried excitedly. "David, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I wanted it to be my surprise to you. Look, I understand if you don't want to come back to L.A., but I'd really like you to. I thought maybe the After Dark would be a good way to entice you back to your old haunting ground. The club needs you there, I need you there."

"You didn't have to buy back the club to convince me. I would have come if you'd simply asked. I love you, David. Maybe I shouldn't say it again so fast, but I can't help what I feel."

"I love you, too, Val. So does that mean that you'll come back?"

"In a heartbeat, David. I'll come back tomorrow if you'll have me. There's only one thing I feel like we need to address. I know it's a delicate situation, but I feel like it needs to come up if I'm going to move in with you."

"What is it?"

"Donna…"

"Donna filed divorce papers this morning."

"I filed divorce papers this morning," Donna told Steve as she jogged into the living room. Madeline was perched on top of a white wooden stool, happily eating her cereal while she watched cartoons. She couldn't hear their conversation over the loud sound effects of a classic episode of Tom and Jerry.

Steve was reading the sports section and munching away at a cinnamon bagel between sips of hot coffee. His feet propped up on the coffee table, he smiled up at her as she collapsed onto the sofa next to him. "Already? It's not even ten yet."

"I went in as soon as the office opened. I couldn't wait any longer. I feel almost as happy today as I did on the day we got married. How sick is that?"

"It's not sick at all, Don. Each time, you were taking the first step in a new journey. Just think of it that way."

"Well, Steve Sanders, I never thought I'd see the day when you were encouraging me to be optimistic," she teased, elbowing him in the ribs playfully. He faked pain, causing her to feign a concerned look.

"How do you want to celebrate?" he asked.

She cocked her eyebrow. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, we could all three spend the day together, go to the promenade and just hang out. Maddy is supposed to spend the night at her friend's house tonight, so maybe we could go out for a long dinner."

"That sounds perfect. Thanks, Steve."

"Anything for you," he told her, kissing her cheek. She turned a visible shade of red. Steve grinned inwardly, glad that his touch had such an effect on her.

"I think maybe we should talk about this."

He had both been eagerly anticipating and dreading this conversation. "I know. You want to know where this is going."

"Not exactly. Under normal circumstances, I'd say that we both need time alone, but I don't feel like this is an ordinary situation. Our…relationship…has been sixteen years in the making. I don't think that prolonging it will change how we feel."

"How do you feel?"

"You know how I feel."

"You know that I feel the same, right?"

"I know."

"We're going to do this then?" he asked.

"I think we've been doing this."

"So, when are we going to do it?"

"Steve!"

"Just asking," he grinned as she hit him with a throw pillow.

Kelly put the lid back on her lipstick and dropped into a basket on the counter. She studied the vanity with an odd sense of pride. His belongings were now mixed with hers, his toothbrush in the holder with hers, his shoes lined in the closet beside hers. It seemed silly to be excited by such minute details, but she'd always believed it was the little things that meant the most.

"Kel, have you seen my phone?" Brandon called from the adjoining bedroom. Kelly sauntered back into their room to find her fiancée pulling the down comforter off the bed. His silver phone fell onto the plush carpet with a soft thud. He grinned at her before leaning down to retrieve it. "Never mind, I found it."

"I see that. Who called?"

"Steve," he said as he flipped through the call log. She watched in silence as he retrieved the voicemail. A minute later, he closed the phone and threw it back onto the mattress. "Well, it looks like I have the day off. How hard is it going to be for me to convince you to call in?"

"Not hard at all," she answered. "Actually, we could start planning the wedding today, if you have time. We have a lot to do, and I'd like to have your input on this."

"Sure, you have me all day. Do you have any ideas of where you want to start?"

She nodded. "I know where I'd like to get married."

"Where?"

"Well, you remember the first time you proposed? What am I saying, of course you do! Anyhow, I was hoping we could get married right their on the boardwalk on the grass. I want it to be a small affair, just our families and close friends. I'm going to ask Donna to stand up with me. I figure you'll ask Steve."

"Yeah, he's my best friend, so I want him there. Who are you going to have give you away?"

"Well, since I doubt my father is an option, I'm going to ask Mel."

"He'll like that. I think my parents are going to be able to come in from Hong Kong. Nat is insistent on doing the cake, don't forget."

"I remember. Honestly, I don't want to spend a lot of money on this. We tried that before, and it didn't work out. Let's just do an intimate ceremony and save the big spending for the honeymoon."

"Let's skip the whole thing altogether. Well, except for the honeymoon night."

"Is that all you ever think about, Brandon?"

"Looking at you, Kel, how can I think of anything else?"

"Words like those, Mr. Walsh, will get you everywhere," she said. Moving into his arms, she kissed him intensely. Leading him back to the bed, she vowed that they'd get started on the details later.