George Washington sat under a fig tree, looking more peaceful than Alexander had ever seen him. When he looked up to see his protege, he smiled.
"Alexander," he said. "Welcome."
"Thank you, sir," Alexander said, barely suppressing his emotion with formality. "It's good to see you again."
"I was so sorry to hear about your son," Washington said.
"Th-thank you," Alexander said, looking away.
"I understand. You don't want to talk about it. Both of my stepchildren died young too. I know it's not the same, but… " he sighed. "Well, the past is in the past. I'm not going to berate you for your mistakes; I think you know what they are and you've suffered for them a great deal. All I'll say is that I'm glad I didn't trust Aaron Burr."
That brought a faint smile to Alexander's face. "Yes, sir."
"You won't be forgotten, Alexander. You know that, right?"
Alexander nodded. "I know."
"Oh, by the way, Alexander," said Washington, looking off, "there's one more person who's been waiting to see you."