The cold winter days had long since melted to spring and spring given way to summer. Joey's life had vastly improved over the intervening months. He had grown competent at his job and had even made some friends among his coworkers and customers. It was nice to have friends, to go out on Saturday or just have lunch together. Joey rarely ever thought about his time as a ghost anymore. His friends had long since given up questioning his past and rarely commented when he brought up an old song or radio show he loved. To most of them, he was merely a guy that got a bit too wrapped up in history sometimes.

Joey was happy. Really happy.

However, there would always be moments where he would be blindsided by an old memory. One such moment came in the form of a young red-headed woman entering the tailor shop. He gawked for a moment before recovering, "W-what can I do for you, miss?"

"Hello! I was hoping someone here could alter this dress."

"Let me go get someone to help you there." Joey ran off to the back room to find a coworker and followed her back to the front. A short conversation and fitting to determine the necessary alterations later, the woman began to leave.

She paused at the front door and turned to say goodbye to Joey as well.

"See you, Rosa."

Joey froze while the woman looked at him questioningly, "What?"

"Nothing, sorry."

After she had left, his coworker began to question him instead, "Rosa, huh? Was she an old girlfriend?"

"No. Just- just a friend. A good one. She… she died last winter."

"Oh! I'm so sorry!"

"No. No, it's okay." Joey smiled, "I owe her so much. Heh, I literally owe her my life. And I love this life, don't you?"

She nodded, unsure of what to say next. Joey saved her the trouble by returning to work.

Joey worked hard, even after his grief had subsided and given him room to breathe again. He had been a store owner once, and he intended to be again. He saved all he could and worked to again be at the forefront of technology. He had seventy years to catch up on though so it would be a long road there. He even enrolled part-time in a local community college in an effort to regain that edge.

It paid off in the end, though it took some years to get there especially when his life took some unexpected twists.

The first was meeting a woman, the second was marrying her, and the third was the birth of their firstborn child. Not extraordinary events to be sure, but unexpected. Joey was surprised to find he enjoyed the married life. Perhaps it was just the knowledge that he again was bound to a life-long partner, but he loved her none-the-less. Of course he had been happy to be free, but there was some comfort to be found in such close companionship that ordinary friendship could not provide.

Finally, the day came when he could again open his own tailor shop. The newly-painted sign shone in the sunlight with the words "Mallone's Tailoring" written in large letters. Joey looked up at his new sign then down to the small girl holding his hand, "What do you think of daddy's new sign, Rosie?"

The little girl grinned up at him, "It's pretty, Daddy! You gonna work here every day now?"

"Yep!" He said scooping her up into his arms, "This is our shop. The Mallone Legacy."

Joey would be thankful until the day he died. Again. Thankful for Rosa's friendship, kindness, and sacrifice. Sure he had forgotten many things, like the specifics of the ghosts he had helped save, but he would never forget the Blackwells. His memory of their faces had even gotten fuzzy, but the important pieces stuck. Though one had been terrified of him and one had forced him to stay in a tiny room for twenty years, the third had done more good for the world than he could ever hope to accomplish.

Though the Blackwells were now all dead and gone, Joey lived on. He would create a new legacy. Perhaps not one as fascinating as the Blackwell, but he would leave a legacy for his children. Even if that legacy was just a small tailor's shop in New York City.