It’s been years and you finally know what changed that day. You’ve stopped ageing. You don’t know why but you’ve stopped ageing. You stopped ageing at age 26, so you’re forever young. You don’t know how it happened or why but it did. You go and visit Fergus’ grave. “Hello Fergus. I miss you. I wish you were here again. I finally figured out what’s wrong with me. I stopped ageing. I’ll forever be 26. I don’t know why but when you died I stopped ageing. I hope you’ve gotten a better life where you are than you did here. I won’t be coming back for a long while. I’m going to the Americas. I miss you very much. Goodbye Fergus Roderick MacLeod.” You turn and walk away.
