A/N - Thanks for the good reviews! This is the epilogue -duh-. It's one thousand words shorter than normal -sorry!-, not that it matters, because I could be really mean like I was originally planning to and make it only one thousand and five hundred words. Instead, I doubled it. So, you're welcome xD

The title for this epilogue - "Happiness", is based on a song that I translated from another language -song excerpt found at the bottom- If you would like to know the song for any reason, PM me. ^^

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. I hope some of you continue to read my stories. Another one is on the way! Well, okay, I'm rambling. Enjoy!

Memories of You

Epilogue - Happiness

1 year later – Nudge POV

I walked through the spacious house, my hands ghosting over walls and furniture. Everything seemed to be in order, now all that was left was to wait for everyone else to arrive. Although I fussed with the decorations and preparations of it all, hounding Iggy to do this and that about a hundred times, even I couldn't deny that it was absolutely perfect.

To be fair, it wasn't something unnatural. We'd celebrated Thanksgiving two or three times, one with Anne, six years ago, and a couple times before I'd lost my memory. But this year was surreal. Only Iggy would choose to throw a real Thanksgiving party, having no extensive knowledge of the pilgrim's day.

He had done his research well, I thought to myself as I wandered into the main hallway. He had gone above and beyond to make it seem less tacky than it normally would. No plastic turkeys or Native American cutouts. It was almost elegant, in a way.

Colorful yet soft lights were strung throughout the house in an endless path, tinted orange and yellow, creating an almost magical feeling in the air. Elaborate designs of faux leaves decorated the lights, windows, walls and baseboards, caught in one never-ending moment, as if they had just flown off the trees.

The long table was decorated with an assortment of wines, all of which I had picked out. In the center of the table, a large cornucopia overflowed with dark purple grapes, pears and squash spilling from its circular mouth, all of which had taken me a certain amount of time to arrange in just the perfect ways.

I loved it. It was the most wonderful thing I'd ever seen. Of course, both Iggy and I were working, and could therefore afford such things. I had almost immediately gotten a job working as an intern in fashion design, and was promoted on the spot when I put in some ideas and such. I made more than most middle-aged adults.

Iggy was working as a mechanic, and he'd discovered that he enjoyed more than just making bombs with Gazzy. He made a decent salary. Our house was no mansion, but it had a certain elegance about it nonetheless.

Max had discovered that weddings aren't nearly as horrible when you don't have to mess with your own. She was a paid apprentice to a wedding planner, but she wanted to stay away from the whole mess of actually attending a wedding for a while. Nevertheless, I knew she'd get a job as an actual wedding designer one day.

Fang had his own column for the LA Times. It wasn't like he needed any special recommendations or qualifications, he was a member of the flock, for heaven's sake, and so was hired on the spot. He could, at times, be quite funny.

Gazzy and Angel had been living with Max and Fang, insisting on keeping Total and Akila. They had a particularly large house that wasn't as glamorous but had more of a feeling of home. Of course, everything was so different now that we didn't see them every day. We were still as close as we could be, but we had our own lives now.

Most importantly, something had changed the day I'd married Iggy. I didn't know if marrying him made any coincidence, but I never once lost my memories again. Angel was always there when I needed her, but I never forgot a single thing, ever again. I still didn't know how long it would last, but I was hoping for the best.

I walked into the kitchen to check on Iggy, who, naturally, was working on all of the general food arrangements. I'm not a terrible cook like Max, but no one was exactly begging me to cook, either. I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms into his waist, grinning into his back.

Peeking around his front side, I noticed the large carving knife in his hands and immediately jumped back. "Iggy, put the knife down," I grimaced, picturing Fang walking through the front door only to have Iggy ram the knife into his stomach. "Gazzy's girlfriend is coming over, and we don't want her to be scared the moment she walks in the door."

"Relax, I just got this out to cut the turkey," he replied, and I remembered the food. The most wonderful smells were filling the kitchen. "Ah, you even made a pie!" I squealed, running over to the counter where it sat, and sticking my face over it.

"Get away from the pie," Iggy pointed the knife in my general direction. It was then that I noticed the other pies. I should have known it wouldn't be just one. There were three pumpkin pies and one apple pie. "You better have a bathtub full of whipped cream," I reminded him.

"Will you set the table? Please." He groaned as the timer on the oven beeped noisily and he scurried over. "The others will probably be here any minute. Ah, hot." He cradled his burnt hand, which he had managed to burn even though the oven mitt. I nodded and grabbed eight forks, knives and some of those fancy-fancy cloth napkins I had bought yesterday.

Just as I was setting the last napkin inside the napkin ring, the doorbell rang. Before Iggy could yell at me to get it, I ran around the corner to the front door. I opened it, and smiled warmly at Max and Fang. They thought they were just going to walk inside, but the minute they did, a pilgrim hat with a feather in it was placed on Fang's head, and a crown of leaves was placed on Max's.

I myself was wearing a crown of flowers, and Iggy was wearing one of the pilgrim hats. Fang just rolled his eyes and dragged Max in with him to help Iggy in the kitchen. Angel smiled as I put a crown of leaves on her head, and walked into the living room, admiring the colors and lights.

Victoria was at the door next, smiling awkwardly as I put a crown of leaves on her own head. Ever since we had moved back to L.A., we had gotten to be close friends. Behind her was Gazzy, followed by Cynthia, who actually looked really cute. "Hey, guys," I said, then forced the hats onto both of them.

Gazzy and Cynthia had been going out for a year. They'd never once broken up or had problems. I'd seen her countless times, and they were practically inseparable. What was weirder was that she seemed to think we were all cool, like we were normal.

"Did Iggy pick out the hats?" Gazzy asked sarcastically. I slapped him playfully and went into the kitchen to get some of the stuff on the table. Iggy was pouring everyone red wine when I walked into the kitchen.

Fang eyed the pilgrim's hat on his head with mild disgust. "Just give me the bottle, Iggy." Max elbowed him.

Gazzy grinned like crazy when Iggy offered him a glass of red wine. "Gazzy, put that down, you're way too young to have that," Max scolded him. He gave her a sheepish grin. "But Max, when Iggy was fifteen, we had to haul Iggy out of that bar, remember?" Cynthia giggled as Max asked me where the aspirin were.

At some point, we all filed into the dining room to start eating. The flock's eyes got round when they saw the turkey, ham, potatoes, beans, salad, cranberry sauce, vegetables, deviled eggs and all the pies.

It went well. The meal was lighthearted, with lots of talking and laughing. Because Cynthia was the only one there that was really religious, she said grace, and we all muttered along like we knew the words. She then surprised everyone by eating even more than Fang did.

"Come on, Fang!" Max pestered him when they got into an all-out eating war. "She's just a fifteen year old girl, you can take her! What kind of a man are you?" He gave her a dry look and kept eating, but it looked like he was about to hurl. He finally had to put down his fork after his third piece of pie.

"Thanks for leaving some for the rest of us," Iggy took a swig from his bottle of vodka. Max and I shot glares at him that were wasted on his blindness. But I guess he could feel the hate anyway. "What? The last time I got drunk was four years ago. It takes a lot now."

He thought on it for a moment. "You girls should probably stay away from this, though," he added as an afterthought.

When dinner was over, we all grabbed our plates to pile them in a huge mess in the kitchen sink, where no doubt I'd have to clean them tomorrow because we'd be too stoned tonight. Fang tried to help Max out of her chair, like she was disabled or had some kind of disease, but she shot him a look.

And apparently I was too dense to figure it out on my own, because I never saw this one coming. "Max is pregnant!" Angel yelled and pointed to Max's stomach, like it would explode at any minute. She covered her stomach protectively and glared at Angel.

Iggy exploded with laughter. "Max, with a kid?" he chortled. "She'd like, kill it in the first week by neglecting to feed it!" He studied her closely. "Does this mean Max is gonna get big and snap at us a lot?"

"That's what generally happens," Victoria raised an eyebrow. "Max will make a great mother. Her practice was taking care of you for nineteen years." Iggy rolled his eyes and started grumbling incoherently.

Angel peered at Max's stomach. "I can see it! It's already happening…" her eyes crossed.

"Thank you, but I am only two months pregnant," Max glared. "And the next person who says anything is going to die."

"Well, I think it's great that Max is having a baby," Cynthia smiled. "After Gazzy and Angel leave, they'll need someone to keep them company."

"Off with your head!" Iggy rammed the carving knife into the turkey.

This was pointedly ignored.

After that, everyone split off into small groups, as we usually tended to do. Gazzy and Cynthia were off on their own little planet, Max and Fang had scuttled off somewhere, Angel was off trying to explain to Victoria what 'ROTFLMAO' meant, and I was helping Iggy in the kitchen.

His bottle of vodka was confiscated and I forced him to go brush his teeth, because I hate the smell of that stuff. When he came back, I was loading the already-abused dishwasher and washing the large pots and pans by hand. He leaned in the doorway, a lazy smile on his face.

"Alcohol may not affect you, but the food did," I shrugged.

He strolled in nonchalantly, taking a seat at the kitchen table. "Can you believe Max is having a baby? I mean, I never thought Fang would be the dad type. Babies are the killers of all romance," he declared.

"Really?" I asked quietly.

"Of course," he answered. "Everyone knows that if you have a baby, all your attention focuses on it. Before you know it, you're up at two-thirty in the morning to change it, your sex life is ruined, and once that goes, you know, you start turning on each other, and before you know it, you're divorced," he said matter-of-factly.

I rolled my eyes, throwing the dishrag down and looking him in the eye. "It doesn't always have to be like that, you know. What about having a family, huh? What about families that actually do make it, with two parents and children. It's sexist, idiot men like you who think that it can't work in the first place!"

"Do you want to talk about something…?" he asked uncomfortably.

"I'm lonely!" I stamped my foot, tears threatening to spill. "I'm lonely when I'm not at work, and on weekends when I'm watching TV or reading a magazine or calling Max on the phone! She and Fang have the flock, and I'm lonely!" I sniffled. "And I know I have you, but…but…" I trailed off.

Before I knew it, his arms were around me. "I love you, and it's not that you aren't enough, but this isn't just some game for me that I can play whenever I get bored. I want a family. I don't want to be lonely anymore."

"If you want a family…we can still try," he replied, and squeezed my hand.

"Thank you," I whispered.

Our blissful moment of peace was suddenly interrupted when Gazzy, Cynthia and Angel all rushed into the room and barreled straight into us. I looked at them with my hands on my hips crossly. "Sorry to ruin your…moment..." Gazzy wrinkled his nose, "but we can't find Max and Fang anywhere!"

"I know where they are," Angel grinned sadistically, picking something out of her nails nonchalantly.

I ignored her and looked at Gazzy. "Okay, well where do you think they went?"

"Maybe they were tired," Angel hinted. And I understood, I just wished I hadn't. I rolled my eyes. "Come on, Gazzy, let's go find them," I chuckled, an evil grin spreading on my face. So I led them down the hall and to the right.

"But this is your bedroom," Gazzy said, not getting it. I rolled my eyes and opened the door.

"My eyes! They burn!" Gazzy cried almost immediately. Cynthia blushed scarlet, and Angel continued nonchalantly picking imaginary dirt out of her nails. Max and Fang jumped apart awkwardly as we tried to ignore what had just happened.

"What? They were just making out. It's not like you walked in on Fang watching porn or anything," Angel rolled her eyes. She wasn't lying – she'd heard things from Fang – unspeakable things that she'd have to 'hear' in the middle of the night.

"Well, there was that one time-" Max began, but a look from Fang silenced her. I gaped.

"Okay I so did not need to know that!" I yelled.

"Oh, you know, 'all growing boys have needs' and all that," Angel chuckled darkly. "Just, next time, get a room, Fang."

"I was in a room both times!" he yelled as we closed the door with a click. "What happened?" Iggy asked as we walked back into the kitchen. None of us answered him. Which, naturally, led him to only assume the worst.

"Whoah, Max and Fang were doing that in our room?" he gaped. I slapped my forehead.

"Alright, everyone pile into the living room, I'm getting a picture out of this if it kills me," Max smiled, a camera in her hands. I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling, as all eight of us tried to fit onto that small, abused couch. It ended up being the five adults with Angel, Gazzy and Cynthia either on the top of the couch, on the floor or off to the side.

The same picture made our Christmas cards, the fridge, and the picture hanging on our wall, but we didn't know it at the time. I ended up half-squished, Fang ended up smashed awkwardly with Iggy's elbow in his stomach, and Max wasn't even in the picture, but we all managed to smile.

For the rest of the night, nothing that eventful happened. We talked, we laughed, and we spent time together, wearing our silly hats the entire time. Iggy wanted to play strip poker, but he settled for drunk Truth or Dare. We may have had to explain a few things to Cynthia's parents – she played, too.

Yes, Iggy ended up licking a toilet seat, and yes, Gazzy ended up sticking his finger in an electrical socket, and yes, Cynthia was very funny when she was drunk, but we had fun nonetheless. And Max got pictures of it all – although it helps when the photographer isn't drunk, too.

For our first real Thanksgiving as a married couple, I don't think Iggy and I did too badly. After all, we all had a number of things to be thankful for. The night waned eventually, and it was time to say goodbye. But it wasn't the end, of course. It was the beginning.

I left Iggy to wave them goodbye as I walked into our room, out onto the second-story balcony. I felt the cool autumn air blow around me, and I saw a million stars in the clear sky. It seemed like forever that I was out there alone. I thought of everything that had happened to me, everything that I had come true.

And I felt happy, at peace, thinking of how it was over. My first adventure had ended, but another was coming. Because life was a never-ending adventure. My life promised to be one full of heartbreak and drama. But right now, it was the time for joy and peace.

There was time for anything to happen. I wasn't sure exactly where I would end up. But I knew I would have Iggy, and the flock to back me up. I would have my own children, and they would have their own adventures.

Then when I was old enough, and I was ready to lose my memory and die, I would be ready for it. But it wasn't now.

I felt Iggy's arms wrap around my waist and hold me close. I leaned up to kiss him in the moonlight. So it would seem that one of my wishes had been granted. I had forever wrapped up in that kiss.

So I guess this is where the screen fades to black, the credits go up, and the curtain closes. Goodbye and goodnight. It was a long road, but I made it, and I got a little wiser on the way. I'd like to think so, anyway.

Start running, Start running,

Let's go and welcome tomorrow,

Let me hear your sound, I feel it,

So remember me,

Come along, now, let's put on a show!

Don't stop, Don't stop,

In my heart, these moving feelings nest,

No matter how short this human life may be,

It has just been one of happiness~!