It wasn't the best day when I first wrote this chapter. My ex-boyfriend had just come out of jail after serving time for something he did to me. This was sort of my inspiration to myself. It doesn't get any more uplifting than "I Hope You Dance," by Lee Ann Womack.

Epilogue: I Hope You Dance

"This is the high-security Hall of my city? Geez, nothing screams classy more than the stench of urine," Sayen wrinkled her nose as she went inside the local PD Office and put in the codes, trying to be nonchalant and not cry.

Main: the lovebirds disappeared.

Bri: Ben watched as his chance to go home disappeared. He didn't particularly want to go back to heartbreak, so he just stood there, faint smirk on his face, as he watched the shining green hole close up.

Orn: Bela closed the door so that Callia couldn't see his pleading face.

Har: Ginny, Remus, Luna, and Hermione waved goodbye.

Zei: the Cullens and Hales waved goodbye for the last time.

Lu: her own universe was safe at last.

"Everything's back to as normal. At least, as normal as life can get," Varda said cheerfully.

"Yup, and right in time to start school again next week," Sayen said.

"Explain to me again how that's a good thing?" Mara asked.

"I'm drawing a blank," Sayen admitted as she looked at the night sky. A shooting star darted across it. "Make a wish," she whispered.

"I wish for a vacation," Mara said. "The thermostat in the Tardis was broken. I want to go to school someplace warm."

All the girls looked at each otehr and at their respective Stars. It was Varda who spoke first, heart brimming with excitement.

"So, where and when do we go?"

"Mara, what would you say if I told you that I've signed up for Animal Cops with Varda?" Sayen asked, straddling the bed two days later as Varda stood beside her, shaking her head and slapping her forehead against her head with sighs.

"I would ask why I wasn't asked to join too."

"What if I told you that the Animal Cops we're joining is in Miami?" Sayen asked with a huge smile.

"I would ask where my ticket is."

Sayen groaned and Varda laughed. "You owe me ten dollars, Sayen!"

"Can't you at least say 'bucks' like everyone else?" Sayen grumbled as she reached into her tiny purse that could barely hold a lipstick.

"Well, people used to use that word as slang for a buck's skin, buck here being a male deer. They used to use them as currency," said vegetarian Varda.

Sayen nodded. "Ah," she said simply. "Are you packed?" she asked suddenly in a high pitch.

"Yeah," Varda motioned to her bags.

"Great, 'cause I need someone to help me."

The girls laughed. ****

Sayen checked her phone for any missed calls. She had been missing for two weeks and John Walden had not called her even once? They had been such good friends, but now Sayen was feeling just a little bit betrayed. She stood before the airport and waited for Callia to join her. She smiled as she saw Callia, Varda, Mara, and Freya. It made them look more normal if they arrived at Miami by plane, so Bela had take the liberty of using his unlimited credit to hire them a private jet..

"Thanks, ma'am," Callia said, taking the vodka from the stewardess and raising it to Varda's diet ice tea. Sayen raised her root beer float, and Freya raised her orange juice box. "To a brand new chapter of our lives, hopefully without tesseract action," Callia said.

"To a brand new opportunity to live right," Varda said.

"To my mother," Freya smiled.

"To Disney World!" Sayen cheered. They clinked glasses and took a deep, long gulp. To Disney World indeed.

Dear Magenta,

I'm feeling pretty weird, writing in the same fancy curly writing that Varda always uses. If it weren't for the fact that I can't usually read her writing, I wouldn't be learning how to write like this so that I can read what I'm writing. Although I usually can't read my writing anyway, so it doesn't matter much.

It takes three hours to go from Silver Springs to Miami. Isn't that just stupid? Oh well, at least I get a good view for those three hours. Everyone else is sleepy because they haven't had any coffee today, but I'm wide awake! It's been such a topsy-turvy year that I can barely rest. Just thinking about losing Ken hurts. I'm starting to think that Callia was right about love. Not that love doesn't exist or that the ones you love always leave you first, but that love hurts.

I could've DIED! The fact that I didn't hung by a very delicate thread. No matter what the fairytales say, the heroes usually die, the bad guys who like themselves more than anyone else usually find the way to get out and unleash more evil, and the compassionate ones suffer the most because they can toil and toil, but they'll never solve a problem as well as they'd like to. While I'm being depressing, I might as well be homesick too.

Home is like that slice of pie my mother would always order from that restaurant. It was the best piece of pie I'd ever had, and I can't seem to find it again. And then Mommy died and I can't find the restaurant anymore. My new house has better wallpaper and a better dishwasher than it ever did when my parents were alive, and it doesn't matter how often I look at old family photos, I still get homesick. I know that the mythological home probably is just that, but I still want to live there. I'm looking for my family and my home like look at street signs for restaurants, but it doesn't help because I lost the map and the restaurant's probably burned down a long time ago. So I've got nothing but a sour flutter in my stomach and a sad acidic taste in my mouth. Oh well.

"Callia," Sayen said in a very small voice. "Does it ever get easy?"

"You mean life?" Callia didn't really ask. She knew Sayen well enough not to have to.

"Yeah. Does it ever get easy?"

"What do you want me to say?" Callia asked.

"Lie to me," Sayen said, leaning against her pillow.

"Well, it's all incredibly simple. We always catch the bad guy, the problem is always fully solved, and nobody good ever dies," Callia said tenderly, patting Sayen's back. "What do you think?"

"Liar," Sayen smiled through her tears. She leaned on Callia's arm peacefully before she closed her eyes. She opened them again after what she felt was a moment later because there was a horrible noise. She looked around, but it was completely dark and she couldn't see a thing except a small patch of night sky.

A shooting star darted across it, bringing with it familiar memories. But for the life of her, Sayen couldn't figure out what they were.

She was scared and the other girl, the one who looked like her was hurt and the little boy who reminded her of her father was hurt too….

I hope you enjoyed the story. I know I didn't. Anyway, the point of this story is that everything happens for a reason, and every disaster is just a more forceful way to realize your full potential. Sayen killed Ken and became a better, more powerful person, mentally and magickally, for it. This is a huge furtherization of plot. Is furtherization a word? Probably not. Anyway (I should stop using that word), please review after reading, even if it's just to say that I should burn myself to death, witht my stories. Thank you!

A little hint for the next story, Horatio Caine is getting knocked down to size.