Karen Truman sat at the bar dressed in a black satin floor length dress. Her dark hair swept up, with the loose strands that had fallen curled slightly; framing parts of her face. She was in the crowd of people, being told how wonderful her interview went, how touching they thought her story was; a million things she had already heard. It never got old for her though. She enjoyed the attention, despite the fact it wasn't the attention she wanted at the particular moment, she enjoyed it.

"The one thing I learned from Karen in all of this was that she didn't have everything to begin with," The voice faded away as Karen walked away from the bar. She was getting tired of hearing the comments on her speech. She knew whose opinions mattered; anyone else's could keep quiet.

The music that filled the air was capable of putting anyone to sleep. It was soft, light, and at the perfect tempo. She wanted to dance. She needed to dance, but her partner was nowhere to be seen. Feeling suddenly claustrophobic, she excused herself from the crowd and began to walk the room. She began to admire the design in the carpet, the tessellations in the wall, the art work done by children. She felt a familiar grip against her wrist. She didn't need to look at the owner, full well knowing who it was; she slipped her hand into his.

"He would have loved this," Karen whispered, pulling Will closer to her. She stopped and looked around as if she had forgotten everything. She smiled a sad smile at Will, who was tracing patterns in her hand with this thumb. "He would have loved this party,"

"He loved anything you did Karen," Will said before kissing her temple. "Come here," He said pulling her towards the center of the room. Almost immediately people began to surround them. He was handed a microphone. "This was supposed to be for Karen's birthday, but it seems much more appropriate for tonight." He pointed to the screen, and forced Karen to look at it.

"Happy Birthday Karen," Will's voice and face filled the screen. "This has taken a while to do, but I'm sure it's worth it. "It's taken almost a year to put together and there has been some people who want tell you something. "

Various pictures flashed up on the screen. All with Karen in them. Some were of Karen and Alicia. Some were of Karen with Will's parents; Karen at work; Karen asleep. "Karen didn't need to prove herself to anyone," Karen turned to Will, as George's voice filled the room. "Karen and I were friends, unbeknownst to some people. She'd call me in the middle of the, out of the blue, just to talk. It was rare that she did that at all. But it was because I was her father figure in some cases, ever since she met will, I became her father figure." A teary eyed Karen, laughed lightly, as the rest of the guests watched the ending of the tape.

"Karen did need to be something. She already was something. To my son, she was the moon and the stars, all by herself. "Karen looked to Will who was smiling. The room's lights turned back on and the screen went to black.

Everyone went back to their conversations and Karen continued to walk the room. Being stopped by various people to tell her how much she must have meant to George for him to talk about her in such high regards. She never answered, but gave them a simple nod. She was deep in conversation about the true meaning of her decision to open the center, when she saw Will disappear onto the balcony of the room. She politely excused herself and made her way to him.

"You know the host is looking for you," She said quietly. He didn't look at her, just extended his arm. She took his hand, and was pulled to him. "What's wrong?"

"My dad would have loved this place. " He told her. "My mom loves this place."

"I know." She told him, resting her cheek on his shoulder. "This is the Truman Center, with people who have touched us in some way. Hence the reason why there is a hall named after him." He placed a kiss to the top of her head. "Come on. I hear there is a little girl who is looking for her daddy,"

As they stepped back into the room, as if she had heard them talking about her, Alicia made her way to her parents. She practically jumped in her father's arms full of laughter, causing both her parents to laugh. For the moment the Truman family walked the room together, people asking Alicia questions, getting to know her. Of course, with some people, she burrowed her face in his neck, and refused to talk. But with others her parent's could stop her.

There was a moment when Karen stood back and just watched the room. People were engrossed in their own conversations, some were pointing out various things around the room, and some were dancing. Despite the fact that she was still mourning over George's death, months later, this was perfect. Everything was perfect. She eyed Will and Alicia, who was smiling at each other, whispering something to each other. Will put his daughter down and met eyes with Karen. She smiled and felt the light tug on her dress. It was Alicia. "Mama, up."

"What were you and daddy talking about?" Alicia shook her head and tucked it into Karen's neck. "Hey hey hey," She said pulling Alicia out of her neck. "Come on, tell me."

"Daddy was being goofy," She admitted. "Real goofy," Karen looked up at Will, who simply shrugged. Karen shook her head and began to walk around the room with Alicia still tucked in her side. When Alicia began to squirm in her arms, Karen put her down and watched her walk away, disappearing into the hallway, only to be brought out by Marilyn.

Karen turned around immediately hitting Will in the chest. "You going anywhere?" He asked.

"No," She said as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I'm done running," She told him. She smiled when he looked at her with confusion. "Ever since I was a child I would run from people that meant something to me. I'm done with that. I have you and Alicia. I'm done running." Will laughed before kissing Karen on the lips and moving them to the music.

Everything seemed so at peace, so perfect. That's all she needed in life she realized. Peace and perfection.