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A/N: This is an insert-an-OC story that will veer from canon timeline, but the actual canon events will retain great similarities.

shurfine: I have envisioned so many different places for Alice and Jasper to get married, what rings they would have, what dress she would wear, what would it proceed like… I love thinking about their wedding and marriage so much! They're so cute. :D Yes to the nth degree about Mir trusting Edward (and the family) so deeply! Aww, I melted with that hug too! The fact that Edward initiated was a huge thing for me, because I always felt he was very reticent with physical contact in general. This revisiting of old homes is equally strange and exceptionally meaningful for the story. We see how everyone has developed from their old selves and why. I think there will be a unique twist to Mir's visitation, however, that may be even more exciting than seeing the Holden home in person. ;) Thank you so much for reviewing, my friend! I'll see you in the prologue! :D

Tsukinoko1: Haha, there's a lot of cool stuff, it's true! Chicago is just amazing and I loved the wedding rings so, so much! Lol, I thought the water tower was a church, too! Actually a little disappointed it's not, hehe. I would love to get married at that building. :D Ooh, I have to check those rest areas out. I love driving through northern Michigan, especially in the fall. Gosh it's beautiful. Thank you for reviewing!

EchantedDreamerr: I'm so glad you love the story! Thank you for reviewing!

diamondeyes323: The Masen home and the graveyard were the most wonderful scenes to write. Most of that chapter was built around those scenes, inspired by the earlier Alice/Jasper cemetery moments. It just felt like something Mir would do. :) Thanks for reviewing!

GraceEllingson: Thank you so much! I can't believe it's ending, either. I feel like a chapter has closed, one I can't get back. Yet I love writing further into this universe I've molded and it will be so fascinating to unfold the future. Thanks for your review!

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ColdOnePaul: You just gave me the best words to describe the situation with Mir's two differing realities. I couldn't figure out how to explain it without writing paragraphs on the situation, but you condensed it into the perfect explanation. Thank you for that and for reviewing! :D

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Chapter Numbering: Because FFnet doesn't allow for Prologues/Epilogues/Intermissions (which are usually not meant to be labeled "Chapter #") my numbering within the actual chapter will be different than the link FFnet displays.

Notes:
The prologue of For A Reason: Accordance is now posted! When I post Chapter 1 of FaR: Accordance, I will reply to reviews from the FaR I epilogue and reviews from the FaR II prologue at the same time.

Thank you for joining me on this wild, crazy journey. I thought it would be fun to end on a nostalgic note, so I have a question for everyone… If you could choose your three favorite moments/scenes from FaR: Inauguration, what would they be? You can leave it in your review or you can message me, whatever you like!

Song Inspiration:
The Way I Was by Aubrey Peeples, from Jem and the Holograms (Fun Fact: Aubrey Peeples is my appearance inspiration for Mir.)

Previously – Cullens repaired Carlisle's brownstone. Alice & Jazz showed Mir where they married and Mir realized she never saw Alice's wedding ring. Mir admired Alice & Jazz's rings. Edward showed Mir family home and Mir loved the house. Edward told of human father's distance and what Carlisle means to him. Edward & Mir returned to brownstone and played chess. Edward & Mir toured the rest of Masen home, Edward showed Mir secret room, and Edward told some family history. Mir & Edward explored sights in Chicago and returned to Esme's Baroque/Victorian restoration of brownstone. Cullens celebrated Father's Day and Edward's birthday with a baseball game. Edward showed Mir family's graves and Mir cleaned headstones. Mir talked to Elizabeth and thanked her for Edward. Edward hugged Mir for words/gestures. Cullens went to Ashland and showed Mir house where Carlisle turned Esme. Cullens saw grave of Esme's baby and Mir comforted. Mir shocked by Marquette house exactly like grandparents' home. Cullens to Munising, Edward convinced Mir into kayak, and Cullens explored Pictured Rocks. Rosalie suggested seeing Lansing, where Mir would have grown up.

Epilogue: On The Road

From picture-perfect Munising to busy, urban Lansing, the long and tree-lined way expanded in nearly a straight line towards southern Michigan. As we moved from U.S. Route 127 to Interstate 496, then exited the highway smack in the middle of the city, Lansing looked as much the same compared to my memories as Marquette had little less than a week earlier. Wariness bled into my veins like sand as I continually chose exactly the right corner to turn down, leading us closer and closer to a house I prayed was not as familiar as the cozy little green house in Marquette.

I held my breath as we pulled down the last street, only able to release it when the house came into view.

Cream. A cream house with olive trim and two rectangular windows on either side of the front porch…

Breath whooshed from my lungs with a vengeance.

"It's not the same?" Edward clarified, confused by my broken, chaotic thoughts.

"Oh, it's the same place," I admitted warily, eyeing the upscale property with trepidation.

It looked perfect, of course. Perfectly manicured lawn, perfectly painted siding, charming little brick path, and symmetry where at all possible – not a brick or a shutter or a bush out of place as you walked up to that front door with a sense of warm welcome.

No, this was not the same place.

This was not my parents' house – I could feel it in my bones.

Todd and Amy Holden had never made anywhere feel this welcome. Not even for their child.

There were so many times I had walked in and out of the same front door, dressed as strictly and perfectly as my mother wanted me to be. So many times I had walked through across that black-tinted wood laminate, past those pale gray walls, wondering if my outfit was just right or if my hair was styled up to my mother's standards or if my parents were arguing about something that didn't go their way.

Innumerable conversations floated through my head, none of them good. I had so long treated them as something 'other' and pushed them into a corner so I wouldn't have to face the pain of those countless times I had become a second-best option for my parents when their façade became too difficult to manage alongside their daughter.

Growling rumbled through me vicariously as I stared over that beautiful yet wretched house. Glancing back at Edward was the only thing that tore me away.

Topaz eyes had turned molten black with disgust and fury over the memories washing my mind with numb pain.

"Let's go," I insisted doubtlessly, refusing to look back at the house that caused so much unhappiness in both of my lives.

Carlisle drove off without a word, leaving my past behind me in all but memory.

Once on the road towards the highway, I felt a sudden burst of clawing intuition that startled me out of my wits.

"What the…?" I wondered suddenly, trailing off in shock at the urging I then felt.

"The university…" Edward's words trailed into silence as well as he considered my unspoken worries and fears.

An inexplicable strangeness dogged me about the university all the way up near Lewiston, and that long arcing county road that traveled right through the heart of the campus. Perhaps because I had miraculously disappeared there? I didn't know. All I knew was the thought of that lonely stretch of campus between the library and my dormitory created intense anxiety – the likes of which I hadn't felt since the fearful situation in the girls' bathroom months earlier.

"County Road 612 cut across your campus?" Edward verified of the errant thought that had passed through my mind, bringing a tight sigh from my lips.

"Yes, it did," I confirmed unwillingly. Why it troubled me so, I could hardly put into words.

Perhaps, as I belatedly realized, I was afraid of disappearing again. The very idea of losing this beloved life I had gained put fear and grief deep in my chest.

"You won't disappear," Edward affirmed more stringently than I had heard in weeks, grasping my hand with positive force. "I know it somehow. Use your gift. Please?"

Sighing sharper and rougher than before, I sat up straight in my seat and used Alice's teachings to imagine walking along the very place I had first begun this extraordinary journey with the resilient, good-hearted, once-fictional people around me.

As sure as anything I had ever felt, my gift spoke not to another sudden disappearing act. That sensation of anticipation told me I was meant to walk along the path. Yet when I imagined, however painfully, the act of actually disappearing as impossibly as I had done in my first world, my gift swung back with unerring consistency and persistence akin to a baseball bat hitting my soul straight out of the park.

I would not disappear.

"Carlisle, get back on US-127," Edward informed his father triumphantly. "We're heading towards Lewiston."

Lifting an eyebrow was the extent of Carlisle's disapproval for Edward's assumptions as the doctor turned to me in question.

"It's all right, Carlisle," I approved the move despite my ongoing anxious feelings about the entire experience.

Taking a good, long study of my features, Carlisle nodded his acceptance, taking us back to the highway and the northern part of the state.

The trees were the first problem, I confessed only for mine and Edward's understanding when we finally made the turn onto County Road 612. So many trees, just like the campus I once walked, except for that lonely stretch…

"It's going to be fine," Edward reassured quietly, squeezing my fingers with easy pressure. "I don't even know if there's anything in this area, let alone a university. We've never lived near here before."

When we encountered the entrance road to a college named Rocheville, I nearly had a panic attack but for Edward and Esme's calm presences taming the fire of fear. Similarities hit me in the face as we drove further through the college's large property, exhausting nerves manageable only because of the differences Edward pointed out to combat my living memories.

Once we parked at the library, I started to breathe strangely. Carlisle sighed nervously over my acute emotional condition, leading him to park more sharply than intended so that Jasper could join Edward and me in the back seat for a moment.

Alice, Rosalie, Emmett, Carlisle, and Esme all stood from the cars, leaving us to Jasper's ability. My anxieties quieted unnaturally, but I felt the ease flood me with relief and gratitude. Wordlessly, Jasper and Edward maneuvered me out of the back seat without losing contact with either of their hands.

"Come on, darlin'," Jasper encouraged gently as we stood at last.

"We're all here with you," Edward assured me softly.

Given a solid support from all seven of the Cullens, I breathed from my toes and brought it all the way through my body as Carlisle had once told me to do before I realized who he truly was. I walked ahead with Edward and Jasper, leading the way to that familiar spot. Our steps halted every so often, but I never turned back.

At last we passed a copse of trees that seemed perplexingly familiar and I took another deep breath to keep moving to the very place I last recalled walking before my sudden disappearance. That crux of five different sidewalks drew my mind like a moth to a flame, trees far off and blowing in the forgiving breeze. With a small gasp, I stopped at precisely the place I remembered. A single evergreen stood eerily crooked against the early evening light, matched branch for branch to the very last tree I had seen with my own eyes before appearing in another world.

At the precipice of my first life, or so it felt to me, I brought to mind the ongoing questions that had never ceased to confound me, no matter how many times I contemplated their value.

What am I doing here? Why me?

For nearly twenty-one years, I had lived a singularly dull and shapeless life spent following uncharacteristic orders from my parents or doing nothing more each hour than breathing the monotonies of daily life over and over again.

For nearly eight months, I had lived a colorful, fascinating, vivid life among people who had proven over and over again that they wanted the best for me and showed me how to be so much more than an automaton walking through each day without interest beyond paying bills and working.

When I stepped off the path and into a new world, I was Mireille Holden; that scared, beholden girl who now looked so strange and unfamiliar. That girl, so afraid and insecure and thoroughly ashamed to be her own quirky self, was gone.

I didn't mourn her. With relief and peace I let her drift into the past along with my parents' loveless, selfish ways and the life of indecisive mediocrity I once led.

That sad girl had no place in my life now. I was no longer afraid to be the new and improved me; the woman who stood up from fear and faced whatever life could throw her way.

I was no longer afraid to be Mireille Whitlock.

Everything life could offer was now on the road of possibility and from that moment on, I intended to make the best of every mile I walked.

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read and reviewed Chapter 57: Itinerant – Part III!

See you in the next installment, For A Reason: Accordance!