She wanders around aimlessly until Captain Carswell Thorne, his eyes brighter than they ever were, finds his way back to her, just as he's always done.

"Aces... Is that you, Cress?" His face is full of hope, and it brightens even more when she nods her head vigorously.

"It's me, Captain." She's grinning now, and she rushes forward and hugs him tightly. "I've missed you so much. I've gone through so many psychiatrists. They all think I'm crazy. I'm a legend!" He laughs, and it makes her heart swell with pride.

"How long did they last?" He has an expectant look on his face, almost as if he can predict what her answer will be.

"The last one, about half of a session." He chuckles, and sighs.

"Stars, Cress." He runs his fingers through his hair. "How were Cinder and the rest of the gang?"

She shrugs. "They got along pretty well. After all, they had their own fairy-tale endings." He frowns.

"You're not bitter about that, are you?" She shrugs again.

"It wasn't their faults. I was happy for them. Besides, they actually treated me normally."

Thorne smiles sadly, but it only lasts for a second, before his expression changes to a mischievous grin. "So, what do you want to do first?" Cress cocks her head to the side in a confused manner.

"What do you mean?"

"Cress! We can explore the whole world! No pesky people to get in our way! They won't see us unless we want them to. I mean, we'd have to go to the department heads if we wanted that, but that's another story. We could go to all the places we never visited. Paris, Rome," he smirks, "we could even go around and start haunting people. You know, moving things, grabbing their legs when they're asleep. What do you say?"

She smiles. "I think I'd like to visit a few certain psychiatrists of mine."

They run out of the house, where the windows glow and silhouettes move around frantically. Collapsing on the lawn in giggles, Cress and Thorne take in deep lungfuls of air.

"Did you see his face, when we pulled him off the bed? He was terrified!"

"And when his wife started floating towards the ceiling?" They laugh even harder at that. Suddenly, Thorne sighs. Cress frowns.

"What's wrong, Captain?" Thorne glances at her.

"Oh, nothing. That was just the most fun I've had in a long time. I miss things like that. Escaping from people, and the taste of chocolate ice cream, and warm sunshine. I mean, this is fun, but it makes you think. I'm never going to feel sunshine again." He looks at Cress. "At least I can't get sunburn." She smiles at that.

"Carswell, do you want to go to the beach tomorrow?"

He's puzzled. "What for?"

"We can still look at the people, can't we? And we can go swimming. We could go deep down into the ocean and look at the fish. What do you say?"

Thorne grins. "We don't even have to pack sunscreen."

The ocean is beautiful. Fish swim in schools all around them, and the two amuse themselves by naming the creatures.

"I love you, Carswell."

"That's an odd name for a fish," he jokes, and Cress elbows him lightly in the ribs. He shakes it off and hugs her. "I love you too, Cress."

The coral all around them is bright and bold, and a small fish swims up to their feet. It's a shame he can't feel it, but he thinks that the animals can see them. It's a childish thought, but he can afford to think like that now that he has nothing to worry about. He's snapped out of his reverie by Cress's voice.

"Your material is getting worse." He pulls her close and plants a kiss on her forehead.

"I guess I just need some inspiration then."

Their day draws to a close as they make their way back to the afterworld, and they're already planning their next outing. Chicago? L.A.? London? Frankly, Thorne doesn't care where they go, as long as he can spend more time with his darling Cress.