Sydney watched his family from up in heaven and he couldn't help but smile. Of course he missed them. Of course he loved them. That was why he died. But he was happy. He saw that Lucie was expecting again. He saw how excited they were.

Charles had taken Lucie's name when they got married. He did this for two reasons. He wanted to share the name of the family that brought him so much joy and happiness. He also wanted to erase his past... which was distasteful to him. The baby inside Lucie kicked for the first time. It was so joyful to Lucie and to Charles as this child was month away from being brought into the world. Sydney's heaven was most consistent of his family's joy.

Mrs. Pross smiled from heaven as well. She passed away several weeks before.

"I am so proud of the little one," she said as she watched Little Lucie pick out a toy for her unborn brother or sister.

"I'm glad to hear that," Sydney said, "Last year you got annoyed with her quite a bit."

"Last year I was a sick old biddy," Ms. Pross said, "Now I'm healthy and in heaven."

"Well I'm quite proud of her as well," Sydney said.

"Mr. Carton," Ms. Pross said, "May I ask you a question?"

"I believe you can take that liberty," Sydney said chuckling, "And please call me Sydney. We've been friends since as long as I can recall."

"I have heard that you are actually the child's father," Mrs. Pross said.

"Biologically I planted the seed," Sydney said, "But Charles is her father. It takes more then a sperm to be a father."

"How did you become her father," Ms. Pross asked.

"I would imagine your parents would have had that talk with you long ago," Sydney joked.

Mrs. Pross smirked but then continued.

"I don't understand how my lady bird would do that. She's so pure. She's so devoted to Charles-"

"She doesn't know she did it," Sydney said, "I hit my head and believed myself to be Charles. I confessed my foolishness as soon as I became aware of it."

"Charles must have taken it somewhat well," Ms. Pross said.

"That's as much an understatement as called the devil a school yard bully. He said, 'I can't pretend to be happy about what you did but we are like brothers. I don't hold it against you for I know you had no malicious intent. We will have problems if you ever drink to the point of oblivion again. Lucie is ignorant of this and will remain so. Do we have an understanding?'"

"What you have," Ms. Pross said, "Is a true friend."