Rowena Roman

Epilogue: Noah (Edited)

Noah walked along the street to his home as he read a page from a book in how to learn Russian. There were few people walking, many had already returned home or wherever they were going as the damp chilled winds of February blew past him causing Noah to stop when he reached a slight hill, he looked back to the part of York. It had been four months since his return to his home and part of him still felt like he had to keep looking over his shoulder.

Even after being discharged he still felt wary about some of those around him like a complete fool. Though while he was still in the hospital it gave him plenty of time to think, most of all it gave him time to think about what he might do for his own future.

When he finally decided on what it was and explained it to everyone including his father that had just arrived, was surprised to hear what it was that Noah hoped to do. He wished to learn different languages and the history of those cultures. It shocked not only his father but his mother and practically anyone who knew Noah. They never thought he'd have an interest in such things.

Before Noah hadn't a clue as to what he might want to do when he finished school, but after seeing Diana and talking to her, and hearing her speak in different languages, and the life that she had lived made him realize how much he wanted to learn all of that as well and even pass it on to another generation. He wasn't sure if he would be able to really accomplish it, but he wanted to try, a goal that he would be more then satisfied to reach.

As he began walking again his phone rang. "I thought you wouldn't be back for another week." Noah said when he answered the phone.

"Well, I've sought out what I wanted to do and since I completed it I chose to end it there. Wasn't much of a point to remain when I finished."

"So you found it?"

"I did," James sighed. "It took a while but I found where my uncle spent his last moments in life. It's converted into an office now, you know this might sound strange but I felt angry. I mean, it's the place where my uncle died and they're using that space now as an office. Acting like it never even happened."

Not long after Noah had been discharged from the hospital James had decided during his winter brake and some of the spring to go and track down the place where his uncle had eventually died during the war, it was something that was talked about while Noah kept on his recovery. At first James was exited but now he almost sounded exhausted.

"Time can change things," Noah said. "Are you alright?"

"I will be, how's your arm?"

"Its fine, it doesn't hurt anymore though it is a bit of a struggle to lift things still but I'll get around it. Although it doesn't really stop my classmates in asking me questions to see the scare and wanting to poke at it like it's some kind of science experiment."

"It's not every day they see a student around our age getting shot."

"They didn't see me get shot; the only ones who did were Diana, and subsequently you after the fact."

"Yeah..." James said in a whisper, almost too low to catch over the phone. Ever since Noah had been placed in the hospital, and the news kept creating a media circus over it all, demanding answers that would never be given, James had kept his word in trying to track Diana down. Doing all he could along with using whatever resources he had. Even now Noah still believed James would make one hell of a detective if he put his mind to it. Yet through all that searching, all that he had found, the only true strong lead was that on the fifth day that Noah was in the hospital a young woman fitting Diana's description was seen at an airport terminal heading to Ireland, everything after that led to dead ends.