Duncan McCleod of the Clan McCleod stirred in his sleep. He was having a dream or so he thought.
"Hey Duncan, you didn't think I was going to leave without saying goodbye, did you?" Xander asked. "I tell people you're my foster father, you know. Found out who the god I'm related is and we actually have met him. It's Thor. That's right God of Thunder, himself. And he was on Earth as Eric Troels. Two father's I very much want to make proud of me. It's seems Cordy and I are on the path to becoming gods ourselves. But we've got to grow up a little bit. So, to do that, we're going out into the wide, wide multiverse. We're going to just try to help people. By helping them figure out how to help themselves. You made me strong. You helped me stand on my own two feet. Don't lose your head fighting monsters, I expect you to still be around when we get back. Give Cassandra a hug for us and pass on our thanks. Tell Richie he better not ever hurt Faith, brother or no brother, I'll come back and kick his ass."
Duncan woke up and sat up with a gasp. He rubbed his hands on his face. "Stay save, Xander. I expect you and Cordelia back in one piece. I'd like to be a grandfather."
"Ceirdwyn, I'm sorry I won't be coming back to work. Seems I'm on my way to being a god myself. But Artemis says I have to finish growing up, so Xander and I will be doing some traveling. We're going to be going to other realities and trying to help people. Thank you for everything you taught me and for being my friend. I expect your head to still be on your shoulders when we get back in a few decades."
Ceirdwyn woke with a jerk. "Damn it, Cordelia now where am I going to find a decent assistant who can also be a friend. You better come back soon."