George woke up feeling happy.
Walking down the hall to the kitchen, he whistled to himself.
"Good morning, Dad!" Cassandra greeted him in the kitchen. "You look happy this morning!"
"You do," agreed Nelly. "I haven't seen you this happy since…" she left off, realizing her slip. "In months," she finished.
"Well girls, today's the day," George announced happily.
"Daddy!" Cameron admonished. "Not in front of the children!"
As if on cue, Fred and George junior ran into the kitchen. "Grandpa! Grandpa!"
"Hello boys!" George greeted them with a hug.
"Not now, boys," Cameron said. "Mommy needs to talk to Grandpa."
"That means he's in trouble," Fred whispered to George junior. They ran into the living room.
"Now Uncle George, we've been thinking-"
"No, I've been thinking," George said firmly, cutting Nelly off. "I've had a nice long run, and now it's time. Ever since your mother died, Allyson was never the same. Now that she's gone, too, what do it have?"
"You have us, Daddy!" Cameron told him. "I know you miss Momma, but we need you. The twins need you!"
"You have to walk me down the aisle someday," Cassandra told him. "Like you did with Cameron."
"Oh, you don't need me," George told them. "Besides, you have each other. And your Uncle Ron will walk you down the aisle. He's still up and around, what with those twenty grandkids."
Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Daddy, this is not up for discussion. You're perfectly healthy and you're going to live a good long life here with us."
*****
The next morning George was in an exceptionally bad mood. He had been sure that yesterday was the day. But when he got out of bed, something was different.
Turning around, George figured it out. When he got out of bed, he seemed to have left his body behind. Well this was an interesting predicament.
"There you are!" and all too familiar voice cried. "Your wife's been talking nonstop about you."
"Fred?" George asked, hardly daring to believe it.
"The one and only."
"But you're dead!" he cried.
"As are you, my friend."
Started, George looked down. There he was on the bed, old and still, and there he was standing up, young and identical to Fred.
"I think you're right!" George cried. "Well that's certainly a relief. So this is what it's like to be dead?"
"Of course not!" Fred laughed. "I've just come to get you. We have to go back now."
"Fred!" Allyson's voice called. "You aren't going without me!"
And suddenly there she was too, herself at nineteen, beautiful and young, with Katie standing by her side.
"We waited for you," Katie explained to George. "We wanted to all go together."
"Now we really must be going," Fred said, pointing at his wrist, although not wearing a watch. "Time is of the essence."
"Where exactly are we going?" George asked suspiciously.
"Ah, can't tell you that until we get there," Fred said with a mischievous smile. "But I have a feeling you're going to like it.
And off they all went, into the unknown, together.
*****
And that, as they say, is that. I hope you liked the ending, because that's all you're going to get. Unless I decide to write a one-shot about George and Allyson's life. Maybe. I'd have to get a lot of reviews asking for it though, hint, hint.