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Epilogue:
Ten years later
Maddie struggled with her hat in a most unfashionable way. The crisp Bristol breeze continuously tried to pull the ribbons loose and steal the item. She tried to avoid looking at the gruff people that sidled past her.
Someone took her hand and she swung her head around. Michael stood there, grinning ear to ear. His face was tanned and his hair was longer than she remembered. It had been a good two months since she had seen his wonderful face.
"And how are you, Mrs. Traines?" he asked as he pulled her in for a quick hello peck on the lips.
"Most wonderful," she replied, allowing him to lead her through the crowds and to the awaiting carriage. "And you, Mr. Traines?"
"Great." He chuckled. Michael looked tired, now that Maddie could see his features. It had obviously been a long eight weeks for both of them. "And how is Nora?"
"She is reading amazingly," Maddie started. She stopped short, pausing in her stride as well. "However, she's started having nightmares. They keep her up late into the night, and when she's asleep, I'm awake, listening to her crying."
"I think it might be a good idea to tell her your story." Michael helped Maddie into the carriage, then clambered in behind. "What are her nightmares about?"
"Ghosts, mostly," Maddie replied, adjusting her hat again. To her exasperation, Michael reached up and gently tugged it off her head.
"It's not as if we're really going anywhere," he whispered at her expression. "It's too bad that Doctor Creevins passed away a year ago."
"Yes, it is."
Nora was curled against the head of her bed, blankets held to her chest, when Maddie and Michael walked in to tuck her in. She lit up a little when she saw her father.
"Daddy!" She stood up on her bed and ran over to give Michael a hug.
"How's my favorite five-year-old?" He asked, talking into her hair. Maddie chuckled. It was priceless to see her husband hold her daughter so.
"I'm scared to go to sleep," Nora whispered conspiratorially when she pulled away. "I know that as soon as I close my eyes, the ghosts will see me and they'll get me.
"Are the ghosts hiding in your dreams?" Michael asked, looking over at Maddie. It was nearly her queue.
"Yes." Nora crept under the covers and curled up there.
"Can I teach you something I learned when I was younger?" Maddie asked, sitting next to Michael on the end of the bed. Nora nodded. "Well, first off, dreams are only a figment of your imagination. You have more power over them than you know. I used to have bad dreams, too, but the adventure didn't really start until I say a strange blue box across the street."
The End
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