The End is only the beginning to another adventure that has laid dormant in the recess of your mind
Each of the remaining characters looked at their doubles, then merged with them in a flash of greenish blue light. Smiling at them, Narrator looked at them with a tear in his eye, “Well, I’d like to thank you for participating in these therapy sessions. I hope that you have learned as much about me, as I did about you”
As they got up to leave, Crow mumbled under his breath, ‘What a waste of time, the One Who Saves didn’t even show.”
Overhearing him, Nosos replied, “I doubt it would’ve ended well for you if he had.”
Picking up his stuff, Narrator noticed that Amos hadn’t moved. Symphony who was waiting for him by the mirror, called out, “Amos, love are you coming?”
“Go, shoo.” Narrator said, waving his hand in impatience. “You did as I asked, and I thank you for that. You may have gotten a little big for your head, but overall you did a good job.”
“Do I have to go with her?” Amos asked. “Can’t I get Anny back?”
“No, unfortunately not. That is not how the story line folds out.” Narrator replied. “As it stands, when you go back to your own time, you’ll have enough on your plate trying to find where Symphony and the Space station crashed. Her fate is in your hands, so don’t let her down.
Narrator watched as they walked through the mirror and smiled, “He has grown so much since I first created him. I believe that he’s doing just fine.”
Pulling out a black laptop, Narrator wrote himself a door marked, Panera booth by side windows, and walked through it. “Time now, he thought,” as he entered back into the body of a scraggly looking man with grey hair and glasses that refused to stay on his face, “to finish the rest of the story line to the novel.”
The End.
