Six **COMPLETED**

Epilogue

Heather opened the door to Duncan's apartment. She smirked, seeing him in a black tuxedo, crouching on the floor, playing trains with a black haired child on the floor.

"Huh, who knew Duncan Nelson liked playing trains?" She laughed.

The child quickly turned to her, his green eyes glowing. "Mommy!"

The boy ran up to her, jumping into her arms. "Hi, Alcan! How was it here?"

"Good! Uncle Duncan taught me how to play Cops and Robbers!"

Heather raised an eyebrow at Duncan. "Please don't tell me you're teaching my child how to break into buildings."

Duncan laughed, standing up, "Of course not. I'm teaching him how to break into trains!"

"Hm, reasonable enough." Heather laughed, placing Alcan down, holding onto his hand. "You ready to go?"

Alcan smiled. "Can we get ice cream before we go?"

"Honey, you should have asked Uncle Duncan for ice cream earlier!"

Alcan's smiled disappeared. The boy started to tear up. Heather groaned, looking at Duncan. "Tell her that we'll be late."

Duncan grabbed his phone, "Noted!"

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Gwen leaned her back on a door frame, her eyes gazing the parking lot, waiting for a car to arrive.

"How are you holding up, Gwen?" A figure behind her asked.

Gwen never took her eyes off of the parking lot. "I dunno, Noah. How are you supposed to feel when you have to bury  someone that you thought you'd spend the rest of your life with?"

"Sad? Angry? Maybe even murderous?"

"The thing is, I'm not any of those things. I can't blame the driver for what happened. His breaks broke! I mean, what do I say? 'Thanks for breaking your breaks while driving and killing my girlfriend?"

"Yes!"

Gwen turned to glare at Noah. "Not a time to be sarcastic, please!"

"Right- sorry."

A silver Honda pulled into the parking lot.

"Finally." Gwen sighed, walking up to it, her arms crossed.

"Sorry we're late." Heather said, stepping out of the driver's side door. "Alcan had a major tantrum about ice cream."

Duncan stepped out of the passenger's side.  "It was brutal."

Heather, instead of going to the backseat to get her son, just walked up to Gwen, Duncan following.

"Is Alcan not with you?" Gwen asked.

"Nope." Heather admitted. "Rosa agreed to watch over him. She should get some private time with her grandson, after all."

"So, who came to her burial?" Duncan asked as the three walked back to the cemetary.

"Not many, actually. Her mom, me, Noah, you guys were late so, I guess that's all."

Heather sighed. "It's terrible. God! Court was supposed to go to Harvard! Get a law degree! You were supposed to propose to her, Gwen!"

"I don't need you to make me regret not doing it, Heath."

"Right, sorry."

"I'll leave you guys to it." Noah nodded at them, taking his car keys out of his pants pocket.

"Okay. Thanks, Noah." Gwen smiled at him.

Noah just nodded again, walking into the almost empty parking lot.

The three reached a single grave, staring down at it. Duncan crouched, touching the tombstone.

"Here lies Courtney Elizabeth Barlow. Loving girlfriend, daughter, and godmother."

Silence filled the graveyard as Duncan stood back up. The three continued to stare, as if nothing could break their gaze.

"Heather Lee. Duncan Nelson. Gwen Foster."

A loud, booming voice came from behind them. 

The three turned, gazing at the figure. He was dressed in all black, his bald head was covered by a black ski-cap, his eyes covered by black sunglasses.

"I'm Hatchet. I work for the FBI. I need you to come with me."

//Well. That was it. Terrible ending, I know. Thank you all for supporting me throughout this story! My writers block was at 100% throughout the last few chapters so I'm sorry if they weren't as good as you'd wanted them to be. -Al//