Adrian smiled. Ambrose was right. That was funny.

"You are probably the only person I would trust with Trudy," Adrian said.

"You can trust me," Trudy told Adrian, "I would never-"

"I do trust you," Adrian told her, "It's the other idiots I don't trust."

Trudy laughed. She understood what Adrian meant. Even after knowing Adrian for five years as her employer, she knew that he was protective of the people he loved. He had been there for her as Natalie countless times.

"Do you find it strange going from being Natalie to being Trudy,"

"Absolutely," Trudy said, "I'm an entirely different person than I was two days ago."

"Adrian," Ambrose asked, "How did you find out that Natalie was actually Trudy?"

"She called me at 12:10 AM last night after having a nightmare for the fifth night in a row. It was about the bombing. She asked if she could come over and I said of course but she sounded really shaky, so I decided to come over to her instead of her coming over to me. She told me about her dream, and she went into detail. She remembered the green sweater– the one I had custom made for Trudy as a birthday gift."

Ambrose nodded.

"I remember that sweater," he said.

"Well, I had a picture of Trudy in my wallet, and I took it out. She was wearing the sweater in the picture, and I asked her if that was the sweater, she was wearing the day of the 'incident'. When she asked me how I knew what the sweater looked like I asked her if she had that scar on her shoulder. When I saw that scar, I knew in an instant that Natalie was actually Trudy."

"That's amazing," Ambrose smiled, "You are the luckiest guy in the world."

"Yes. I am."

"Does anyone else know that Natalie is Trudy?"

"Well, I know," Adrian said, "and Trudy knows. Leland knows. Joseph knows-"

"Joseph?"

"Yes. My friend Judge Joseph Russel," Adrian replied.

"Oh!"

"Of course, Dwight and Marsha know, and you know."

"If I had to bet," Trudy said, "I would guess that mom's grief group knows too."

Ambrose looked at Adrian.

"What are you going to do about the reason for the bombing," he asked quietly.

"I won't lose her again," Adrian answered, "I won't even lose her for a single second. Ten years without the love of my life was torcher."

"I don't even remember what caused the bombing," Trudy said.

"It doesn't matter," Adrian replied firmly.

Ambrose changed the subject.

"So," he said, "Have you moved back into Adrian's house yet?"

"No," Adrian said, "I'm moving into her house."

"Wow," Ambrose replied, "That's amazing."

"Why is that amazing," Adrian asked.

"I know how afraid you are of change," Ambrose replied.

"I just experienced the biggest change in my life," Adrian intoned laughing, "I found out Trudy is alive. That was a shock to me, but a welcome one. I'd been longing for that news since I lost her."

"I know what you mean," Ambrose said, "I just never thought you would be willing to make such a change."

"I have nothing holding me to my old house now. Before, I had my memories of Trudy but now I have Trudy back."

He kissed her.

"Is it hard getting used to the idea that Natalie is Trudy," Ambrose asked Adrian.

Adrian smiled.

"It's strange to know that "Natalie" never existed. It's wonderful that Trudy is alive."

"Trudy, do you have any memories of yourself," Ambrose asked her.

"Some," Trudy said, "But I can't even remember my wedding."

"Let's get married again," Adrian suggested.

"What do you mean," Trudy asked confused.

Adrian got down on one knee.

"Trudy," he said, "You are my world. You are my reason for existing. Will you make me the happiest person in the universe and marry me again?"

Tears filled Trudy's eyes.

"Of course, I will," she said, and Adrian pulled her in for a kiss.

"I'll be there," Ambrose told them.

"You will? You're afraid to leave your house," Adrian replied in amazement.

"It's time I learned to face that fear," Ambrose replied, "There's no way I'm going to miss my brother's wedding."

"Thank you, Ambrose," Trudy said, giving him a quick hug.

Adrian had an appointment with Dr. Kroger that afternoon. He practically floated into the office.

"Adrian," Dr. Kroger smiled, "You look happy."

"Happy is an understatement," Adrian said, "I found out about 40 hours ago that Trudy is alive and she's Natalie."

Dr. Kroger blinked.

"I think you need to start from the beginning," he said.

Adrian recounted the entire story.

"Wow! Adrian, that's wonderful news," Dr. Kroger exclaimed, "and you and Trudy are getting married again?"

"We are," Adrian replied, "and you're invited to the wedding."

Dr. Kroger smiled brightly.

"I'll be there with bells on," he exclaimed.

"I'd rather you wear clothes than bells," Adrian intoned seriously.

"That's just an expression Adrian," Dr. Kroger explained, "It means I will be there happily."

"Great," Adrian said, "My brother will be there too."

"Ambrose is coming?"

"He said there's no way he'd miss my wedding," Adrian remarked, grinning widely.

"That's quite a brother you have," Dr. Kroger said, "Adrian would it be okay if Trudy came to the next session. I think it would help you and her."

"Of course," Adrian replied, "Trudy is always welcome."

"Wonderful! Now Adrian there is something I have to say and I'm saying this as your friend, not as your therapist. You've been through a lot of change in the past 40 hours. You need to be careful that it doesn't get to the point where you get overwhelmed."

Adrian laughed.

"I don't see how that's possible," he said.

"Do you remember the last time you found out that "Trudy" was alive."

"THAT was different," Adrian said firmly, "I had a major dilemma with that situation. Also that wasn't Trudy."

"I know," Dr. Kroger said gently, "I'm just concerned about you."

"I understand," Adrian said, "I am so happy now that I feel like I'm alive for the first time since before Trudy… died."

"Do you miss Natalie," Dr. Kroger asked.

"Natalie never existed," Adrian replied, "She was always Trudy. You know, before "Natalie" started working for me I had an assistant and a really good friend named Sharona."

"I know Sharona," Dr. Kroger reminded him patiently.

"Well, her son Benjy was a really good kid. He is a really good kid. I love him as much as if he had been my own kid."

"Do you ever want to have your own children," Dr. Kroger asked.

"Well Trudy and I are only 34," Adrian said, "We have time to have children. But getting back to the point, I told Trudy recently that love isn't a faucet. You can't just turn it off."

"I love that Adrian," Dr. Kroger said, "May I quote you on that?"

"Absolutely," Adrian replied.

"Well, I'm afraid our time is up for the day," Dr. Kroger told Adrian, "I'll see you next week."

Adrian smiled and practically bounced out of the office. Trudy was in the waiting room. He put an arm around her shoulder as they walked out.

"My parents should be here in a few minutes," Trudy said, "I guess we'd better go now."

"Of course," Adrian smiled, "Come on."

It was a quick drive back to the house. Dwight and Marsha were just pulling up as Adrian and Trudy got back.

"Mom," Trudy hugged her mother, "and dad"

She hugged her father.

"Come on in," she said, unlocking the door.

Adrian turned on the light and everyone sat down.

"You'll never guess what happened," Trudy intoned excitedly.

"I know what happened," Marsha said, "You survived the car bombing. I have my daughter back."

"Yes. That's true, and Adrian proposed. We're getting married again!"

"Honey that's wonderful," Dwight exclaimed, kissing his daughter's cheek.

"We have a lot of details we need to figure out," Adrian said, "From the location of the wedding to where to go on the honeymoon— and that's just for starters."

"Well, we need to plan a budget," Trudy reminded him gently.

"You will do no such thing," Marsha exclaimed firmly, "Your father and I will pay for the wedding, and the honeymoon as well as the party with no limits."

Trudy looked at her parents in shock. She couldn't believe they would do that for her and Adrian.

"Are you serious," she asked.

"Absolutely," Dwight agreed with Marsha, "Consider it one of our wedding gifts to you."

"One?"

Adrian raised an eyebrow.

"Well, you like things in even numbers," Marsha said jokingly, "So we have to get you at least two wedding gifts."

Everyone laughed.

"Mom, dad, this is so generous of you guys. I don't even know how to say thank you."

"Of course, you do," Dwight replied, "You just did."

"I love you both so much," Trudy told them– her eyes shining.

Marsha put an arm around her daughter's shoulder.

"We love you too," Dwight told her, "More than you'll ever know."

"Is anyone hungry," Trudy asked, "I could make some dinner for everyone."

"Actually," Adrian suggested, "Let's go out to eat."

"That's a great idea," Dwight said.

Marsha nodded enthusiastically.

"Great," she said, "Where should we go?"

"How about Starlight," Trudy suggested.

It was one of her favorite restaurants. When she and Adrian first got married, they would go to Starlight all the time.

"That's a wonderful restaurant," Adrian told Marsha and Dwight.

"Perfect," Marsha and Dwight replied in unison.

"It's a short walk," Trudy added, "We could walk there in ten minutes."

"Sounds great," Adrian commented.

The four of them walked all the way to Starlight– talking and laughing the whole way. Once they got to the restaurant they were seated right away. A few minutes after they were seated a woman, Gilda walked into Starlight.

Gilda was a friend of Marsha's from the grief center, but she wasn't at the meeting that day.

"Marsha," Gilda said, "You're absolutely glowing. You're not pregnant, are you?"

Marsha laughed.

"Not that I know of," she said, "Let me introduce you to some people. This," she motioned to Dwight, "is my husband Dwight."

"Wonderful to meet you," Gilda said, "My children are huge fans of Moral Bears."

"Nice to meet you too," Dwight smiled.

"And this is my son-in-law, Adrian," Marsha said.

"I heard a lot about you," Gilda said smiling.

"Nothing bad I hope," Adrian laughed.

"All good," Gilda said, "and who is this?"

Marsha's eyes lit up.

"This is my daughter," she told Gilda, "This is Trudy."