Hi guys. It's been awhile, huh? A lot has happened since I last touched this story, and it's honestly been a mixed bag. I'm extremely grateful for your continued support and the reviews and favorites that ended up prompting me to write one more chapter. I knew that the story needed a bit more closure, but it's been so long since I've written for it that I feel like I've lost the rhythm of it, so if it seems like a different tone than the rest of the fic, that's probably why. Still, I wanted to try. I haven't even logged into this account for so long, and I am amazed at the response from people. I hope that this last chapter is something you all will like!

Everyone else was still sleeping, as far as I knew, but the view of the sunrise was incredible from the porch of the cabin we were renting. It had been a little over a year since Beck and Johannson got hitched in a very classy wedding, one I was almost positive was down to Johannson's meticulous planning. In fact, I was sure of it since Beck had called me multiple times leading up to the big day questioning why they couldn't just get married at the courthouse. Sometimes I wondered how he had such a high IQ when he asked such dumb questions.

The crew had decided to take a trip to Tennessee, just outside of Gatlinburg. At first it was just a spur of the moment thing, a sort of reward for surviving the frantic activity surrounding the launch of another shuttle into space. But it had been so nice-barring when Martinez almost set the place on fire trying to figure out how to turn on the gas stove-that we were thinking of making it an annual tradition. Lewis and Martinez had brought along their significant others, and the rest of us had brought ourselves. Vogel hadn't been able to come, but we had set up a video chat with him the night before.

You would have thought that with so many people in one place it would have felt overcrowded, but the cabin was seriously huge. I don't know how Annie had even known it existed. When I think of a cabin, I think of a one-roomed log house that Abraham Lincoln built with his bare hands. This was bigger than some mansions I had seen, built out of cedar with soaring ceilings and one wall that was completely made of windows. Impressive was an understatement. Mindy had thrown out the term "glamping" when we had pulled up, but I wasn't about to complain that we weren't being deprived of hot water or central cooling.

The covered porch was my favorite spot. It wrapped around the whole place, but if you sat on the east side the view of the mountains was worth a lot more than even the considerable amount that we had paid to rent the place. The sunsets were pretty great too, but I was partial to dawn.

The back door banged open and closed as Mindy shambled out and slumped onto the porch swing beside me. She had a plaid blanket wrapped around her and was clutching a mug shaped like a fox like it was made of gold even though-judging from the smell-it only had the jet fuel she passed off as coffee in it.

"Sleep well?" I asked. She grunted at me, which I guess was only fair since it wasn't even seven yet. We sat in silence while the sun crept higher over the treeline. The cluster of vacation cabins was on the edge of a national park that was all rolling, forested hills. The trees caught the light and reflected it back all green and shimmering, like something out of a fairytale. Hansel and Gretel probably got lost in woods like these.

"It's so quiet," Mindy said suddenly. She had apparently consumed enough caffeine to form sentences. I considered. The cicadas hadn't started up yet, and birds were still working up to serious twittering. There wasn't even really a breeze to get things rustling.

"I guess so," I said. "It's kind of peaceful."

"You don't think it's lonely?" Mindy asked. She pulled her legs up onto the seat beside her and leaned against my side, a warm weight.

"Nah," I said, bending to kiss the top of her head. "Not here, and not with you."

She turned her face up towards me and I kissed her on the lips this time.