Epilogue- Parting of the Ways

December 31st, 1969

Peter looked around the empty room, taking in the realization that they were going to leave. The bandstand was bare, and so was the kitchen cupboards, but that wasn't new to them. He knew that if anyone went into the upstairs bedroom, there would be nothing there. All the furniture had been either sold or divided among them. The last remnants of their old life was the old beach house itself. It had seen so much, waited so long, and finally she would be called someone else's home. Mr. Babbit seemed a little too excited to see them leave, but that didn't bother him much.

"Peter?" A familiar female voice said. The voice was accompanied by a hand taking its hold on his own. "Are you ready?"

Peter looked down at his fiance, but did not respond. He then heard from behind him another familiar voice. Micky's.

"Time to go, Big Pete," Micky laughed nervously. "The girls are waiting." Peter turned to see Micky had his arm around his girlfriend, Cynthia.

"I think they can wait a moment longer. Could you leave us alone for a bit, Jan?" Peter asked. His fiance nodded and left the room with Cynthia in tow. Micky stepped forward to stand side by side with Peter. "I just can't believe it, Micky."

"I can't either," Micky breathed. Both he and Peter walked up to the bandstand where they looked out the windows at the restless beach below. "I sure am going to miss the view."

"I will, too." Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "So much has happened this year, it's difficult to believe that a year ago we had been abducted by-"

"Don't say it," Micky stopped him. "I don't want to be reminded of him." Micky shuttered. Both men laughed.

"Sorry, sorry," Peter joked. "Do you think we'll ever come back here?"

"I don't know," A voice butted in from behind. The two men turned to see Davy and Mike walking towards them. The voice had belonged to Mike. "I just don't know. However, just because we're moving out doesn't mean this is the end of us."

"Yeah," Davy added. "We'll see each other on Monday at the recording studio."

Peter smiled, turning back towards the beach. "True, but this was where it all began, on this stage. So many songs, so many adventures. All of that has become our fame, our fortune, our albums."

"And those memories will come with us." Micky said, placing a hand on Peter's shoulder. "Time passes, life changes. I mean, we all have girls now. Last year it was usually Davy who got them all."

"Hey!" Davy laughed, knowing where this was going. "Don't let Marcia hear you."

"You mean she doesn't know about Fern and the time we had to isolate you from women?" Mike poked at him.

"She doesn't need to!" Davy protested. "And if I find out one of you did tell her, I'll kill ya."

Suddenly the sound of a car horn broke off the joking conversation. After the horn was heard Davy jumped at the sound of his wife's voice. "Too late, Davy Jones. You have some explaining to do." They all turned to see her standing in the doorway with Peter's fiance and Micky's girlfriend behind her.

"Yeah, and I don't think you guys want to keep us waiting any longer, Carol has control of your car, Mike," Jan teased. "She might just drive off without you."

"The three of us might, too." Cynthia added.

"You wouldn't," Micky said, eyeing down his girlfriend.

"You wanna test us, Dolenz?" Cynthia chided, turning and running off. The other girls laughed and ran off as well.

"Well, I guess we'll leave as we always do," Mike sighed.

"Running?" Davy asked.

"Running," Micky confirmed.

And off they went, running out of their old home into the rest of their lives. They were the Monkees, and now they're exposed to the rest of the world.