Last chapter. I had fun writing and can't wait for Jefferson to show back up to inspire all of us more. I know some asked for a little something-something... maybe I'll add an epilogue on at some point, but for now, this particular journey has come to an end. Thanks for reading and you all keep posting the Mad Swan. I just love reading it.

The door was standing wide open when she pulled up in front of the steps. She didn't even bother to turn her car off, she just bolted. She stood in the entry way and heard nothing. The house was too big. Where was he? He could be anywhere. If he was here at all. Could this be another trick? Did she fall asleep in her chair?

No. No, she didn't. She knew this was real.

Up the stairs? Go in to the living room? Explore the rest of the house? Which way? Which way?

She heard a creak from the floorboards above her head and that answered the question for her. She took the steps two at a time, flying on adrenaline and… something else… something she wasn't quite ready to admit to herself.

Blast this huge house. Which way? Which way? That's when she heard the music… the low notes of some song coming from her left. So that's the way she headed. As the music got louder, she slowed down. She froze when she reached the door from where the music was coming. She was… nervous, scared, elated… or some combination of all three. She wasn't sure at this point.

She slowly pushed the door open and quit breathing. It was a study of sorts. Books lining every wall. A large desk in the middle of the room. And sitting behind the desk, with his feet propped up and his eyes closed, head resting against the large leather chair, was Jefferson.

She couldn't move. She had to remind herself to breathe. She couldn't do anything but stare.

He just sat there, eyes closed, nodding his head to the music. He must have felt her presence because his eyes snapped open and they were staring at each other. He pulled his feet off the desk and waited. When she didn't move, he stood up and rounded the desk.

"You" he said in a hushed tone.

She shook her head. "You're here?"

He glanced around. "It would seem so."

"But, how… where…"

He shrugged. "I wish I knew. I'm not entirely sure I remember… wait, how long have I been gone?"

"10 weeks" she said, breathlessly.

"It's been 10 weeks since we last saw each other. That doesn't seem…" and something dawned on him, lighting up his eyes. He stood a little straighter and took a deep breath.

"The meadow. The stars. The beep" he said, coming to some kind of realization.

"No. Way" she whispered.

He smiled back at her. "Wake up Emma" he said, his smile growing wider.

That broke her. She flew across the room and found herself wrapped around him before she could think better of it. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned back against the desk, giving them both the little bit of support they needed.

"This is real" she whispered into his neck.

"As real as we can be here, in this place and time." She pulled back and looked up at him. Those eyes. That smile. Oh God, she was lost. He believed she was magic. It didn't matter if she really was or not, but just the fact that he believed… that's all she really needed in her life.

"You came back."

"I told you. I'm not quite finished here yet."

Whether this magic or a spell or a curse… it didn't matter to her in that moment. She could try to figure out where he had been and how he had gotten back, no worse the wear, tomorrow or the day after. But tonight, in this moment, she just wanted to feel. She could tell he was thinking the same thing as he tightened his grip on her and crashed his lip into hers.

And however he got here in the first place… or how he managed to get back to her now… she was sure glad he did.