Agent Chetiri

Chapter 38

Four months later, and I finally finished it! Sorry for the long wait, but life caught up to me in the meantime.

Anyway, here's the last chapter! I won't give anything away yet for the ending, but I hope you guys like it. I am grateful for all of your support. You guys are fantastic, and your support (if I may reiterate) is the backbone of this story's success. Thank you so much, and I hope you enjoy this!

Alright, here we go!

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It all just disappears doesn't it? Everything you are, gone in a moment, like breath on a mirror. But times change and so must I...we all change. When you think about it, we are all different people, all through our lives, and that's okay. That's good! You've got to keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be.

-The Doctor

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(December 22— 8:12 AM)

Seven years later...

A ray of sunshine enshrouded in the morning mist glinted through the trees as three figures walked through the snow. The air was cold against their faces, their lungs breathing in the chill before letting it out in a puff of smoke. Despite the calmness of the scenery, the air felt charged and invigorating, as if it was signaling the dawning of a recurring event.

"Daddy, come on," one of the smaller figures insisted as he tugged the man along. He was small, yet he was a quick and strong-willed boy with a sense of impatience unlike any other. His unruly brown curls bounced as he continued on, his eyes flashing with a keen, continuous curiosity. Q, who was this young boy's father, peered down at him through his worn wire-rimmed glasses.

"Max, you don't even know where we're going," Q replied, looking amused.

"Do so!" Max exclaimed, looking indignant as he walked back up to them.

"Alright, then. Lead the way, captain. Elena and I will catch up," he chuckled, ruffling his son's hair affectionately. The boy flashed a grin to the girl next to Q that caused the girl to tug on her father's arm. When Q did not respond, the girl next to him could not hold back and broke free to follow her little brother.

"Daddy, you're too slow," she complained impatiently, rushing forward suddenly. Elena was the older of the two children, and she had the same unruly brown curls as her brother. Her eyes were a sharp shade of blue-green, and she looked up at him accusingly.

"You're both too quick for me. Slow down, at least," he chided in response.

"We are," she said, smirking proudly. "Because you're old."

Her refreshing frankness never failed to make him chuckle, and he quickened his step. "Come now, Elena, I'm not too old to keep up with both of you," he smirked. His two children, of course, were eager to test his mettle and darted into the snow covered path without a second thought.

After quickly deciding to hang back, he stared at the figures in the distance, and his mind drifted off as he walked. It had been a year since he had last visited, and it was good to come by. Being so far from home meant that it was harder to come here, but he never saw that as a reason to stay home. Besides, his children would pester him about it if he didn't come here with them each year.

Q approached the clearing and stood at the front of the small, wide obelisk that was about as tall as his chest. His children stood around it, dusting off the snow that had fallen on the marker. It was a memorial that had several names and a poem inscribed into it.