After exiting the Empire State building, they caught a taxi to Central Park. As they strolled arm-in-arm across the bridge, Maeve laid her head on Otis' shoulder. "So," she asked, "what's the plan for tomorrow?" "Well," replied Otis, "I thought we could maybe go to Times Square, see a bunch of other stuff . . . or, we could just stay in bed." Maeve sighed contently. "I don't really care what we do," she said, "as long as it's with you." "Same," replied Otis. "There's no-one I'm ever going to want to be with more than you." Maeve looked up at Otis. "Ever?" she asked. "Ever," Otis replied. "You mean like the rest of your life?" asked Maeve. "Yes," replied Otis. Maeve eyed Otis curiously. "Are you proposing to me, Otis Milburn?" she asked jokingly. Otis laughed. "No, we're way too young for that," he said. "But I'm definitely saying I think it's in the cards."
On the taxi ride back to the hotel, there was no further need for words. In both their minds a future life was playing out. For Otis, it was of a beach at sunset. Maeve was standing before him, a look of anticipation in her eyes, as he fell to one knee, withdrawing a small box from his pocket. He opened it to reveal a gold ring with a large diamond, it's every facet brilliantly lit by the setting sun.
In Maeve's future, she was wearing a white dress, standing across from Otis, staring deeply into his blue eyes as dozens of wedding guests looked on. A tall archway spread over their heads in a beautiful rose garden, as the man performing the ceremony uttered the questions they both knew they were ready to answer.
Maeve knew that day would someday come. This weekend had only made the bond between them stronger. They had been through so much pain, faced so many obstacles. But now they were on a beautiful journey together they both knew would last the rest of their lives.