Chapter Fifty

It hurt. Everything hurt. Every move, every twitch, every blink of his eyes; it all hurt. Ichigo licked his lips and winced at the pain that lanced though his lip and at the tangy taste of drying blood. He wasn't sure if he had slept at all, wasn't sure if that much time had passed from the last time the lights had flicked on, but he was pretty sure that if he didn't figure something out and quick, things were not going to end well. Though he knew that the man who had brought him here was after Grimmjow he couldn't figure out why he was there at all. Had some kind of ransom letter been sent out? Was the man demanding money for Ichigo's return? He felt happy enough to know that no matter what Grimmjow would come for him and it helped immensely.

His body jerked at the sound of the door opening and again when the blinding lights were turned on. He tried to raise his arm to shield his eyes, forgetting the broken bone until it felt like someone had simultaneously stabbed and pressed a red hot poker against him. When he heard a giggle he really wasn't sure how to react.

"Here, I brought you some cold water." A small feminine voice said softly and Ichigo slitted his eyes opened to see a smile and large pink eyes.

"Who…?"

"Shhh. Rinse and spit." The girl said before pressing a tin cup to Ichigo's lips.

He did his best to do what he was instructed to do and managed to get a good portion of the front of his shirt wet for his efforts.

"Ah geez." The girl said, reaching into her pocket for a cloth and leaning forward to dab at Ichigo's shirt.

"Don't react to what I'm saying." She whispered and Ichigo tensed. "I'm going to be leaving something by your leg. Don't move until the lights are off and keep the sound level down once you figure out what it is." She leaned back and smiled. "There ya go! Now take a drink this time, okay?"

Without waiting for Ichigo to respond she again pressed the tin cup to Ichigo's lips and forced him to drink. The cold water felt amazing as it slid down his throat but he was thoroughly confused about what had just happened. As he watched, the girl reached up and scratched her head before placing both hands on the floor to push herself up. With one last smile she left the room and the lights went out.

He didn't waste any time and shifted his body so that he could grope at the floor with his restrained hands. He couldn't feel anything at first and quickly became frustrated. Had she been fucking with him? He wouldn't have put it passed that fucker who had locked him up. Giving him false hope of any kind seemed like something he would enjoy doing. He was surprised when his fingers brushed something hard and finally closed around whatever it was. Trying his best to ignore the searing pain in his shoulder he scooted back against the wall and ran the object between his fingers as he tried to figure out what it was.

"So what's yer plan?" Shinji asked from the couch and Nnoitra grinned at him.

"Don't worry about it."

Shinji frowned at him and opened his mouth to say something about how unhappy that comment made him when Szayel "ah-ha'd" loudly.

"Junichi and Hiroki Hiyashi were born and raised in Osaka in the neighborhood that you came from Grimm. Perhaps you knew them as children." He looked up into the incredulous eyes of Grimmjow.

"So?"

Szayel sighed. "Maybe this is some kind of, he-fell-in-love-with-you-as-a-child-and-somehow-it-got-twisted-up-in-his-head-and-now-he's-stalking-you kind of thing. It's happened before."

Grimmjow rolled his eyes. "I think yer grasping at straws with that one Szayel."

"Well it could be that! Don't overlook any small piece of information when dealing with mentally unhinged people."

"How do you know he's 'mentally unhinged'?" He asked, making himself sit on the couch.

"Because sane people don't kidnap other people and duct tape their hands together and lock them in a room and randomly send in men to try and beat them up just to get back at someone for busting their brother."

"He's right." Nnoitra agreed with a nod of his head.

Before anyone could say anything else the lights in the room Ichigo was in flicked to life and everyone in the room watched tensely as the door opened. To their intense surprise everyone, save Shinji, recognized the young woman that walked in the room.

"That's…." Grimmjow started.

"Yup." Nnoitra grinned.

"But how…?"

"I toldja I gotta plan."

"But…?"

"Don't worry 'bout it."

All four of them jumped when Grimmjow's phone beeped, alerting him of an incoming message. Grimmjow pulled the phone from his pocket once more and flipped it open, relief, worry and anger rushing across his face at what he saw.

"It's an address. You were right. He's at the boat."

Nnoitra grinned. "Always fuckin' doubtin' me but I keep tellin' ya I'm smarter than I look."

Shinji snorted and shook his head. That was an understatement if he ever heard one, he thought to himself.

Shinji stood and stretched. "Then what're we waitin' for. Let's go get Ichigo."

"What do you mean 'we'?" Grimmjow said as he too stood. "You aren't going."

"The fuck I'm not. I ain't just gonna sit here and wait for you to bring him back. I'm goin'."

Grimmjow scowled and narrowed his eyes. "And I said you ain't goin' so shut the fuck up. You don't have any business bein' in a place or situation like this. You'll just be in the way."

Shinji grit his teeth and balled his fists opening his mouth twice as if to speak before he surprising everyone and punching Grimmjow hard in the jaw. Everyone in the room watched as Grimmjow's head snapped to the side before slowly looking back at the blond.

"Fuck you! The only reason Ichigo is even in this mess is because of you and yer just gonna stand there and tell me I can't help? He's my best friend and I love him just as much as you do and I will do anything to make sure he gets out of this without another scratch. If you try and leave me behind on this I swear I will get there one way or another."

"You little…." Grimmjow pulled back his fist to hit Shinji back but Nnoitra stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Dude, don't hit him. He's kinda got a point. He can help."

Nnoitra grinned at Shinji, proud that he had stood up to Grimmjow even at a time like this. It was one of the things that he admired about the young man, not that he'd ever admit to it. He knew from experience just how hard the kid could hit and he wondered at how Grimmjow had been able to stay upright. It had to have hurt like hell.

Grimmjow shook Nnoitra's hand off and sighed. "Fine. But don't get in my way. Szayel, you stay here and… just stay here."

"Oh I have no intention of running into the fray. By all means, go save the day with guns blazing."

Grimmjow grinned for the first time in hours. "Right. Let's go."

Ichigo couldn't believe it. The girl had actually left him a small pocket knife. He half wondered if he was starting to hallucinate, which was likely with how many times he had been hit in the head, but decided it didn't matter. If he was hallucinating it would be a nice get away from what was really happening. If he wasn't, well, then at least he'd have his hands free even if he could only use one arm. After finally getting the knife opened he began to awkwardly saw through the tape at his wrists. He was barely halfway through when the lights came on once again and the cool, smiling voice came through the speakers. Ichigo immediately stopped what he was doing.

"Well it looks like we get to have a bit of a reunion soon. I hope you are as happy about this as I am. We both get to see the man we've been waiting for."

After he was finished speaking the lights went out once more and Ichigo sighed. So Grimmjow was on his way was he? He would have smiled if he knew it wouldn't hurt and instead set back to working on the thick tape.

Grimmjow, Nnoitra and Shinji stepped out of the car and stared out at the ocean at the boat that was seemingly drifting out there waiting for them. Shinji shuddered once before steeling himself against what was about to happen; whatever it was. Nnoitra was giddy, ready and willing for a fight and Grimmjow was apprehensive. They walked to a small boat waiting for them at the edge of the water, the man waiting for them frisking each of them to make sure they had no weapons. Shinji had been upset to find out they were going unarmed, even if all he would touch was a knife or a club of some sort, but he quickly understood that it had to be this way. They'd never let them just stroll up with a weapon.

It was a silent trip to the cargo ship, no one feeling the need to talk though the air was thick with tension. As soon as they arrived they were forced to climb a metal ladder to the deck. The wind was cold and the salt was making Grimmjow's eyes sting but he ignored it. He could practically feel how close Ichigo was and there was nothing that could stop him from getting him now. The three of them followed the man that had led them there to where they were to all meet and waited silently in a large hold for the final phase to begin.

When the lights flicked on once more Ichigo almost growled in frustration. He hadn't been able to get all the way through the tape and barely managed to fit the knife in his back pocket without the man who had walked into the room noticing.

"Get up kid. Boss wants you out front."

The man reached down and pulled Ichigo up causing the broken bone to shoot pain to every nerve in his body. Ichigo felt his legs turn to jelly as he tried not to scream. Fuck, he'd had broken bone before but he'd never been treated this harshly after getting them.

"That hurts asshole." He said through gritted teeth but the man ignored him. Not that he had expected much.

"So good of you to join me this evening." Junichi said as he walked confidentially into the large open room. "I take it everything is well?"

"Fuck you! Where's Ichigo?"

Junichi chuckled. "I'm having him brought in as we speak. You lack patience, Mr. Jaegerjaques. It is a good virtue to possess you know?"

Grimmjow replied only with a glare. He wanted to kill this man with his bare hands. Wanted to feel his blood and sinew between his fingers and slick against his skin. When another door opened all heads turned in that direction and Grimmjow felt his heart rise and fall in the same instant. Ichigo was being led in the room with a slight limp, still covered in his own blood. Half his face was swollen and his arms were still behind his back, but the sneer on his face as he looked at the man with the russet locks was enough to make Grimmjow's heart swell with pride. He may look like shit right now but he was still putting up a fight.

"Right here is fine, Riku. Thank you."

Riku tossed Ichigo at Junichi's feet and walked off to the side to keep an eye on everyone.

"Well, looks like we're all here." Junichi said with a smile.

Just then the door Riku had walked through was opened and the man Grimmjow recognized as the drug dealer walked in. He was waving his arms and mumbling something that was unintelligible. Junichi seemed to lose his composure a bit before turning his smile to his brother.

"I thought I told you to stay out of this." For the first time showing an edge in his voice.

"Bu'…."

Junichi sighed and reached behind himself. "You never listen, Hiroki. I tell you things for your own good, but you still never listen."

"Bu'…."

Junichi pulled a gun out and pointed it at his brother. "Do shut up. I have business to attend to right now."

Hiroki stopped, standing frozen as he stared down the barrel of the gun his brother was pointing at him. He was confused. He didn't understand why he wasn't being involved in this. Wasn't this about getting revenge for what this man had caused? Wasn't this about getting him back for him losing his tongue?

Junichi sighed again before turning his perfect smile back to Grimmjow. "Now where were we?" He asked before grabbing a fist full of Ichigo's hair and snapping his head back.

Ichigo cried out before biting his lip. He had to wait for the right time to try and rip through the last bit of tape but he hoped it would come soon. After the short walk to this room he was feeling light headed and weak from the blood loss and head trauma. He wasn't sure how much longer he could force himself to stay conscious.

"Let him go!" Grimmjow shouted and Junichi laughed.

"Why would I do a stupid thing like that? If I gave you the hostage what reason would you have to remain here?" He gave Ichigo's hair one more tug before he continued. "I see you still don't fully understand what's going on here. Let me explain it for you so that even you can understand." He smiled wide and slowly lowered his gun.

"You see, we've met before and not just the time you came to pick up the blond one. We met long before that. My brother thinks that I'm here on his behalf but I could really care less what happened to him. In all honesty it sounds like he got what he deserved."

Hiroki frowned and opened his mouth again, unable to voice what his mind was screaming but still managing to make sounds. Junichi showed the first bit of annoyance on his face and again raised the gun.

"Oh shut up." He said before firing, hitting his brother in the middle of the head.

Shinji gasped and covered his mouth quickly, closing his eyes and wishing he hadn't just seen what he had. Oh God, oh God. He tried desperately to calm himself. He needed to be ready for whatever happened. Grimmjow's eyes narrowed and he swallowed convulsively.

"So much for brotherly love." He muttered. "And sorry, I don't remember you at all."

"Pity." The smile was back but this time with an edge of something darker. "Then how about we play another game. I'll give you a small hint and we'll see if you can think of anything."

"Enough fucking games! What the fuck do you want?"

"Seeing as how I have this young man's life in my hands, quite literally, you will do whatever I want."

"Big talk for someone who's out numbered." Nnoitra pointed out.

Junichi just grinned. "That may be but I'm still holding all the cards." He looked back to Grimmjow. "You were short for your age growing up. You used to get teased for it along with other things." He started and watched Grimmjow's eyes narrow. "When you were eight a bully at school started calling you Little Boy Blue after that old rhyme. It picked up rather quickly until someone found out you collected stray cats."

"What the hell…?"

"Ah, I see that you are starting to get it. Let me continue. It was then that someone first called you Big Blue Kitty Boy."

Grimmjow's eyes widened and his entire body tensed.

"See, you are catching on so quick. But I don't think anyone else can understand what's going on just yet. When you were ten it seems you'd had just about enough of that name. After countless fights during school and after school you finally snapped. One boy, a small boy just like you, called out to you, "Big Blue Kitty Boy." It was a hot day, not a cloud in the sky, and you turned to that boy with a wild look in your eyes before you jumped on him. The boy tried to fight back but he was no match for your fury."

Junichi's hand tightened it's hold on Ichigo's hair as he spoke. "It took six boys to pull you off the young man and you left him there, bleeding and broken. That boy was in a coma for six months and when he woke he couldn't even remember his own name. Couldn't remember the faces of his parents. Couldn't remember the year. Do you get it now?"

"You were that kid I beat the shit out of back then." Grimmjow said in an even voice.

"Correct! See, you finally get it. It took me ten years to remember everything. Ten long years. Two of those years I'd wake up every day and not remember the day before. Do you have any idea how that feels?" Junichi laughed a bit, a hysterical tint to it. "Of course you don't. You took so much of my life away from me. So much." He looked down at Ichigo and grinned, for the first time looking as crazy as he actually was. "So, so much."

"Then take it out on me. Don't take it out on an innocent person." Grimmjow practically pleaded. Anything to get Ichigo away from this psycho.

Junichi laughed again. "But this is how I'm going to pay you back. First, I'm going to emotionally scar him and then I'm going to do the same to you. I want you to live with the pain of watching him suffer for the rest of your life."

He pressed the gun to Ichigo's head and smiled. "Or I could just kill him and get it over with."

"No!" Shinji didn't think, didn't have time to. When he saw the gun pressed to Ichigo's head he snapped and his feet were moving before he could stop them.

"Riku!"

Riku made a quick stride towards Shinji and grabbed him by his arm before he could get any closer. In the same motion he brought his foot down on Shinji's knee, snapping in backwards at a horrific angle. Shinji screamed and crumpled to the ground. Nnoitra came out of nowhere and knocked Riku to the ground, an unseen gun in Riku's belt skittering away as the two struggled.

At the same time Ichigo took advantage of the distraction and ripped his arms out of the tape, growling and gritting his teeth at the pain it caused him. He reached in his back pocket for the knife and flicked it open, slamming it down to the hilt in the first thing he could. Junichi stumbled back, the knife sticking out of his thigh, and looked at it as the warm blood began to seep out of him.

"You… you stabbed me." He said with no small amount of awe.

Everything seemed to slow down and move in slow motion. Junichi looked up from his leg at Ichigo and began to raise his arm, the one with gun in hand. Grimmjow yelled out and began to move forward to stop him, another yell heard from somewhere off to the side. Junichi's finger was on the trigger, the gun level with Ichigo's head and Ichigo's eyes wide with terror when there was a loud popping sound and he jerked. Junichi's eyes went wide and he slowly looked down at himself as a large red stain began to bloom in the middle of his chest. He stumbled and fell the gun dropping out of his hands and discharging off into a corner. Ichigo turned his head in time to see Shinji pointing the gun Riku had dropped with both hands, his entire body shaking. Grimmjow turned and looked at him as well, his hands dropping to his sides as his mind tried to process what was happening.

"Shinji?" Ichigo whispered as he watched Shinji's trembling increased. "Someone get that gun out of his hands!" He said as loudly as he could.

Nnoitra was on it, leaving a still Riku on the ground and walking stiffly to Shinji's side. He plucked the gun out of his hands and tossed it away from them. Grimmjow slowly looked back at Ichigo, his eyes saying so much but his mouth unable to form any words. Finally he closed the distance between them and crouched beside him.

"Can you walk?" He asked softly.

Ichigo nodded and grit his teeth as Grimmjow helped him stand.

"Fuck Grimm. This kid's leg…." Nnoitra lifted Shinji and held him awkwardly in his arms. Shinji had passed out soon after the gun had been pulled from his grasp.

"Let's just get the hell outta here." Grimmjow said, still shocked at how quickly, not to mention how, things had ended.

It was like walking through mud, their steps heavy and seemingly slow. It was hell getting down the ladder. Ichigo could barely hold on though he was doing his best and Nnoitra was having a hell of a time holding Shinji and trying to work out how to move. Luckily the boat was still waiting for them at the bottom and as soon as the boys were situated Nnoitra started it up and began to steer them back to shore. Now that the adrenaline was quickly fading Ichigo could feel all the hurt in his body once again and it was making it hard to breathe.

"Are you gonna be okay on the way to the hospital?" Grimmjow asked quietly. Somehow their fingers had linked and were gripping each others tightly.

Ichigo nodded and closed his eyes, trying not to groan every time the small motor boat hit wake. It was another task getting the completely unconscious Shinji in the back seat of the car and a barely conscious Ichigo in the front seat. As soon as all four of them were settled Nnoitra pulled out his phone.

"Yo, it's all clear." He said before hanging up.

"What's all clear?" Grimmjow asked as he started the car.

"I toldja I had a plan right? Watch this shit."

Grimmjow, Ichigo and Nnoitra looked out the window just in time to see the cargo ship explode. Ichigo sucked in a breath.

"There was a girl…!"

"That was Starrk's daughter. We had her there for about a week before you showed up. Cleaning and shit. She got out way before we did or Starrk wouldn't'a set off the explosives."

"When did you…?" Grimmjow started before shaking his head. "Nevermind. We have to get these two to the hospital."

Ichigo stopped listening and closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing without hurting himself too much. It wasn't long before he slipped into unconsciousness, his mind shutting down in order to relieve the pain. Grimmjow felt the fingers of Ichigo's hand slacken and he sighed. It was over and everyone was alive. That's what mattered most to him.

Grimmjow sat in the hard plastic waiting room chair with his head in his hands. He was the only one to walk out of all that without a scratch and a part of him was pissed off about it. Even Shinji had gotten all fucked up. He didn't really understand it, nor did he try to, but he felt like he should have gotten hurt as well. It was all his fault this had happened after all. Nnoitra sat heavily in the chair next to him and sighed.

"Blondie got it pretty bad. Looks like the leg was bent the wrong way at the knee. They had ta rebreak it and set it the way it was supposed ta go." He shivered at the thought. "Kinda sick. But damn what a shot, ne?" He chuckled. "Never woulda thought someone afraid of guns would be such a good shot."

"Could you not talk about that so loudly. It'd be cool not to go to jail, ya know."

Nnoitra raised his hands and stood back up. "Yeah , yeah. Whatever. I'll be around."

He walked away and left the grumpy man alone. He didn't understand why he wasn't ecstatic about everything. It had turned out great in his mind. Sure, people had gotten hurt but the important ones were alive, right? That's all that should have mattered. He decided to go check on Shinji again and see if he was awake yet.

Grimmjow was left alone to wallow in his own mind. He couldn't believe that all that had been over something that had happened to him when he was a child. Couldn't believe that his past had come back to haunt him and the people he cared about like that.

"Looks like Ichigo has been getting hurt a lot since he met you." A deep voice penetrated his thoughts.

Oh, fucking hell. Grimmjow looked up into Isshin's hard dark eyes and almost winced visibly. He stood to even the playing ground and sighed.

"Yeah." He almost rolled his eyes at his words.

Isshin snorted and shook his head, a half smile on his face. "Kid's always getting beat up. It's been like this since he was little. Can't seem to stay away from things like this for long." He leaned forward. "I think he goes looking for it half the time."

Grimmjow wasn't sure why that comment pissed him off but it did nonetheless. Instead of snapping he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Do you know how he is?"

Isshin nodded and leveled a calculating gaze into Grimmjow's sad and tired blue eyes.

"Broken clavicle, but it's clean and should heal just fine. Three stitches above his left eye and multiple contusions on his face and upper body. There is some internal bruising around the ribs and a few shallow cuts on his wrists, but nothing too major. We did a CT scan to check for any swelling of the brain and you'll be happy to know that there is none despite the fact that his head was obviously injured." Isshin chuckled softly. "That's the Kurosaki hard head for you."

Grimmjow felt like he was going to be sick as Isshin listed off all the things that were wrong with Ichigo. It wasn't enough to just say he was hurt but he felt as if the man was rubbing salt in his wound just because he could. He looked at the floor with a deep scowl and stuck his hands in his pockets.

"But he's gonna be okay right?" He asked, his voice smaller than he ever would have liked it.

Isshin smiled and nodded. "Yeah, of course he'll be fine! He's my son after all."

Grimmjow's scowl was turning it's full force on Isshin and he almost laughed again. He didn't really care for what this man meant to his son, but he could see how they were drawn together. Ichigo had given him that same look more than once.

"Can I see him?" Grimmjow asked through gritted teeth.

Isshin nodded and waited until Grimmjow was almost passed him before he gripped his shoulder tightly and stopped him.

"I won't ask what happened. He's fine this time but if you ever let anything like this happen to my son again you will have to answer to me."

Grimmjow gave him a curt nod before shaking off the hand and walking down the hall to Ichigo's room. That was a threat he wasn't going to test any time soon.

Nnoitra was sitting in a chair next to Shinji's bed when Etta came bursting into the room, waking the young man. Shinji blinked up at the ceiling before turning his eyes to his mother.

"Okaachan?"

"Oh my poor baby! What happened? Are ya okay?"

"I'm fine. It's just a broken leg."

"Don't' give me that! Isshin said it was a bad break." Her eyes fleetingly flicked to the leg that was held in traction.

"But it's fixed and fine now so don't worry about it." And with the amount of painkillers the doctors had prescribed for him he was sure he wasn't going to feel a damn thing until it was healed.

"He took it like a champ." Nnoitra said with a grin, drawing two sets of eyes.

"What are you doin' here?" Shinji asked with a confused frown.

"Dude, I carried yer ass here and that's the thanks I get?"

Shinji scowled. "So." He said with a petulant tone.

Nnoitra stood and leaned over the side of the bed until he was face to face with Shinji.

"Fine, see if I ever help yer stupid ass again." Saying it with a grin didn't leave the sort of impact it should have though and when he immediately followed it with a chaste and sweet kiss on his cheek before leaving the room Shinji was left blushing and even more confused.

Etta's eyes were wide as they followed Nnoitra's retreating form.

"So it's that one." She muttered quietly.

Shinji rolled his eyes and placed one of his hands over his face. "Okaachan, I'm too tired to talk right now."

Etta sighed and kissed her son's other cheek. "Okay, baby. You rest up. I'm just glad that yer okay."

"Mhmm." Shinji mumbled, the drugs taking over and pulling him back under the veil of sleep.

Grimmjow was almost afraid of what he would see. He didn't know what kind of condition Ichigo would be in and he again felt that sick feeling in his stomach that hadn't completely gone away since this whole thing started. Ichigo was laying on the bed, his arm in a sling and his clothing gone, presumably cut off him in the emergency room as it was covered in blood. His face had been cleaned up with still looked a mess and his eyes, one swollen, were closed. He took a deep breath and approached the bed.

Ichigo knew someone was in the room with him and when they came to the edge of his bed and stopped he had a pretty good idea of who it was. Through the thick fog of whatever it was the doctor had given him he reached out blindly for Grimmjow's hand, pleased when strong fingers took his. He smiled and opened his uninjured eye.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"You okay?"

Grimmjow shook his head. "I'm supposed to ask you that idiot."

Ichigo shrugged and immediately regretted it. "I could be worse I guess, but you look like shit."

Grimmjow let himself chuckle softly before his brow twitched back into a scowl.

"I…." It was hard for him to admit that anything was his fault at lesser times but now it seemed a mountain he couldn't scale.

Ichigo squeezed his hand. "If you're going to apologize save your breath. It's not your fault."

"But…."

"I love you."

"But I…."

"I love you."

"Would you stop saying that I'm tryin' to talk!" Grimmjow said, his voice full of frustration.

Ichigo grinned. "Never. Just shut up and say it back and everything will be good."

Grimmjow closed his eyes and sighed, shaking his head as a small smile curled his lips. "Yer such an idiot."

"And so are you, but I still love you."

Grimmjow leaned forward and kissed Ichigo lightly on the lips. "I love you too. I'm glad you're safe now." He stood up straight and straightened his features. "You realize that you're never leaving the house again right?"

Ichigo chuckled and winced. "Yeah whatever. Just kiss me again before the medicine makes me pass out again."

Grimmjow laughed softly and did just that, his heavy heart feeling much lighter as their lips met once again.

A/N Don't panic yet! There will be an epilogue to follow shortly after this along with some VERY VITAL INFORMATION!!! Please make sure you read it thoroughly :D That being said, OMG that was so much freakin' fun to finally get out. I hope the ending didn't turn out too anticlimactic because I really liked how it turned out. Thank you everyone who reviewed the last chapter and please, this isn't the end so stay tuned for the Epilouge and not information that it will contain. I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!

~Penny