The years went by too fast. The '70s were a time for a select few, but me and you lived it, Buddy, me and thee.

An old, beat-up, light brown Ford Galaxie 500 pulled up to the curb. A tall man with dark curly hair stepped out. He uncomfortably made his way toward a place he didn't want to go. The fog was thick, but a gray stone bearing the inscription "Ken Hutchinson" stood there.

Starsky looked down at the gravestone, then looked up at the sky, where painted leaves blew around him in circles. A tear fell to his cheek, then to the ground. "How am I to make it alone, partner?"

"Starsky put his hand in his shirt pocket, and pulled out a shiny silver badge." The lettering was in gold. "Hutch," I was going to leave it with you, but Huggy said you'd want me to keep it.

Starsky walked away, then turned, as his arms fell to his sides. "How do I say goodbye to you, Hutch?"

"Why would you want to say goodbye?" Starsky recognized the voice, with confusion in his eyes, he turned swiftly. He was met with soft sky-blue eyes and blond hair. The brunette rubbed his eyes and said, "What the hell, Hutch!" Hutch had an inner light that Starsky had never seen before. Hutch's mouth moved, saying, "I made it, partner."

Starsky wiped tears from his dark blue eyes and said, "See you later, Hutch."