Author's Note: *Large Exhale.* Wow. This is my last chapter. My Parallel Universe Series has officially ended. Thank you all who stuck with me for three years, including those who only just found this series. You are all very much appreciated!

For those who don't know, I have my next Doctor Who Series already up with the first story called 'Bred for War' and the series is called 'The Archives of Rassilon Series'. It doesn't have a set date for uploads.

I picture Amelia's second body to look like Ellen Page. Her theme song is Wolf King in the album Battlecry by Two Steps From Hell.

Epilogue

"How much longer are we going to keep running from your mother?" The Doctor asked as I declined yet another call from my overly-worried mother.

"Until she stops callin'." I answered with a laugh.

The Doctor chuckled as he pushed and pulled a couple switches on the Tardis console. "We've been running for twenty-four years."

"Yeah, bu' she don' no tha'. She think's its been a year." I responded, looking at The Doctor. "We're we headed now? Crystal Moons of Vega Prime?"

The Doctor glanced at me, "Where ever you like."

12 years later

"How did we get inta this mess again?" I asked, breathing hard as we ran down the cobblestone streets with a loud angry mob behind us.

"It wasn't my fault!" The Doctor argued.

I snorted, "Yeah. It wasn' yer fault for parking the Tardis in the middle of Salem in broad daylight."

The Doctor glanced at me and sighed, "I refuse to believe we just started the Salem witch hysteria."

"Oi! This is all on ye, Doctor." I shot back. "I wasn' the one drivin'. Ye was."

7 years later

"Doctor, nex' time for my sixty-third birthday, can it no' be runin' from Vampires?" I asked heavily as we were, running through dark, empty streets in Venice, Italy.

The Doctor, on the other hand, was grinning like mad, "Vampires! Actual vampires this time!"

I shook my head and kept running.

234 years later

"Do ye think we should just go back to Earth?" I asked, leaning up against the Tardis console and crossing my arms across my leather-black jacket. My red, curly hair was down at the moment. "Haven' seen Mum in two hundred and seventy-seven years."

"Are you sure?" The Doctor asked.

"As long as we don' tell her my age. I'm fine." I said. Then I narrowed my eyes at him, "You don' plan to, right?"

The Doctor gulped, "And face the wrath of your mother? I think we can keep your age between us for now."

I smirked, "Agreed."