This is just to tie everything up. Somehow I thought I would feel better about writing in a happy ending, but now I feel like I ruined something perfect. Hmm..oh well.

She turned the case over and over, staring at the CD. She had figured he would try and send her the song, as some sort of punishment for her words. But he didn't need to. The first thing she did when she returned to London was lock herself in the studio. She spent four days recording that song, perfecting it, allowing it to become her reality. She gave it to her label but asked that they don't release it until a year after his wedding. She knew that she would need more time before she could hear it again. But now he had sent this to her. She knew when she read the email from Kwest that Tommy was the one looking for her. Sadie and Jamie had both warned her. And the phone call she had received just hours ago, confirmed it all.

With her stomach tight with nerves, she placed the CD in her computer and waited, waited for the words that would make her watery eyes spill over. At first she wasn't sure it was right, it wasn't what she thought it was. She knew the tune right away, how couldn't she, it was Bob Dylan, her father's favorite. But the words didn't put her at ease, he had told her that he would remember, and now he was saying he could never forget.

When the song ended and the next one started, she quickly hit the pause button. She knew this tune as well, she knew it well because she had written it. But she couldn't listen to it, not to him singing those words to her. She reached for her keys and shoved away from the table. Two more days and she would be on a plane to the other side of the world.

The church was quite, not eerie but peaceful. As she slipped in the back door, she could hear the ceremony already in progress. She wondered how many weddings she had attended in the last few days. She found it peaceful to sit and watch the happy couple, promising to be together for the rest of their lives. Forever seemed like such a long time.

"You've made it to another one." The young minster said from next to her. Today there was someone else officiating the wedding. "I believe this makes five."

"It's peaceful." Jude smiled at him. It was peaceful; she loved the sound of the organ more than she did the people making the promises.

"You come to a lot of wedding for something that doesn't believe in the concept of marriage." He chuckled lightly.

"I never said I don't believe in it, I just don't think it's for me. If God had intended for us to be monogamous, then why create so many people?" she asked. It was a conversation they had over and over since he had spotted her at the third wedding, or when she would come in to just play the organ.

"God didn't create so many, man did." He pointed out. "There is a Jewish/Catholic wedding, will you be coming?"

"No, I'm leaving, I'm going to back pack through Asia." Jude smiled as they watched the happy couple make their way towards the back of the church.

"Do you think you'll find the answers you're searching for there?"

Could she find the answers she was searching for? What was she even searching for, she wasn't sure. She knew that if she would explain the things that had happened to her in the last six years that he would tell her she was running away. And maybe that was what she was doing, it was what she had become so well at doing. Running away from Tommy was what she did best after all.

"I don't know." She whispered before following the rest of the people out into the spring air. She held her breath making her way quickly back to the farm house. She had to listen to the song, all the way through.

Jude settled into the first class seat, shifting until she found the right spot. She had taken a muscle relaxer before going through security, and she could feel it starting to take effect. Her whole body seemed to relax into her seat as she watched other people board the plane. She had everything she was going to need for the long flight, and a few things to keep her entertained if the muscle relaxer didn't make her sleep. She gazed out the window, watching as the bags in a nearby plane were loaded into the belly. She could feel her eyes growing heavy, and it made her feel better. She hated flying, and it was even worse flying alone.

She could feel someone take the seat next to her, and she suddenly wondered if she should have bought out the seat next to her. That would have been to over the top. She kept her focus on the other plane until she felt the person shift, lifting up the arm rest, causing her to wish she had purchased the other seat. But as she turned to address the person, she could feel her stomach, and her throat tighten.

Tommy.

"How did you-Why are you-" she wasn't sure what to ask, what to say.

"You're leaving." Tommy said looking at her.

She could tell that he had been crying, his eyes were bloodshot and puffy. She had never seen him look like this, worse than when he had gone home to take care of his mother. He looked like he was going through hell, and it made her feel worse, because she knew she was the cause of all his turmoil. "Tommy, what are you doing?" she whispered.

"Those songs, I asked Kwest." He was confused. He had thought it was plain as day, as clear as the sky after it snows.

"Yeah, I got the CD." Jude shook her head. She didn't want to believe it, she didn't want to even allow herself to have the slightest bit of hope. Tommy was getting married, he had fallen in love with someone that could give him everything she hadn't.

"Good." Tommy sighed, reaching for her hand. He knew that she was hesitant to give it to him, but he needed to feel that she was truly next to him now. So many years ago they had planned to do this, to go off together to backpack through Asia, but their careers had gotten in the way. This was their chance, their final chance to get everything right and he wasn't going to give it up, or mess it up. The blond haired blue eyed beauty looking back at him was simply confused, and he knew it. But as he sat there staring at her, he could feel her body relax more and more with each passing minute.

"I don't understand." She finally said softly. And she didn't. She didn't understand why he was there, or why he was holding her hand. But she could feel herself growing hazier, her breathes becoming more even, and sleep was starting to pull at her.

It was so simple, to hear her voice, and see her smile, it was all he needed to give her that look, her look. "Jude." He whispered back.

Her smile was heavy, and she knew it would be pointless to try and fight off the medicated sleeping she was falling into. "My look." She reached up and cupped the side of his face with her free hand. "That's my look."

Tommy wanted to laugh. He knew that she must have taken something, because he was watching her fade quickly. He knew that they would have a lot to talk about, a lot to work through. But the only thing that mattered to him now, was that she was still his girl. He pulled her over, hugging her, allowing his lips to brush across her forehead, breath in the sweet scent of her hair. "I still love you, and that's never going to change." He whispered unsure if she was even still awake.

"Good, because I could never find another Little Tommy Q." Jude whispered back before her eyes closed all the way. She had sung that she would find someone like him, but in reality there is no one like him, no one that could fill her heart the way he did.