Author Note: Bonjour, ma amies! I hope I nailed the French there - 3 years of studying it in high school, thank you very much!

Actually, that proves nothing. My French is still tres garbage.

And now, the epilogue for this story. Thanks for sticking with me from the beginning till now - you all have beautiful souls :'-)

Disclaimer: For the final time, I do not own Victorious or any zany characters from this hilarious show. If I did, Tori would've had less FOMO and just been super chilled. Maybe then Jade would've wanted to be her friend and then kissed her on the mouth. Several times.

Despite the odds, Robbie and Cat did survive.

And Rex had somehow joined them this time.

But the three of them weren't exactly happy about their surroundings.

"Oh great, we're in Northridge again, and it's a chizzy, dangerous street!" Robbie fumed, throwing his heads up in frustration at the graffitied buildings and burnt out cars around them.

"Uh, Robbie…are those zombies?" Cat squeaked in horror.

She pointed at a horde of the undead in the distance. They were hunched over and stalking slowly towards them, the whites of their eyes standing out in stark contrast to their dark, rotting corpses.

On impulse, Robbie grabbed his receptor and began clicking the red button on top. But no matter how many times he pressed it, nothing whatsoever happened.

"It's no good, Robbie. It only works if we're about to die!" Cat protested.

"And how sure are we that isn't going to happen in the next 5 seconds?!" Robbie whimpered in dismay.

"At least you and Cat will be able to run really fast in those tight booty shorts you're both wearing!" Rex quipped.

Robbie gazed in a mesh of confusion and intrigue at Cat's outfit. She was in fact wearing ridiculously short light blue denim cutoffs which accentuated her tanned legs; a light grey crop-top smeared with a bloody handprint; this was covered by a red and black plaid shirt that matched her flaming red hair, the sleeves of which were looped tantalizingly over her toned, bare stomach.

Robbie was only able to enjoy just how sexy Cat looked for a second before he gazed down at his own appearance in dismay.

Rex was right: he was wearing black booty shorts too. Along with a white T-shirt smeared with dirt and grease.

And were those brown ankle-high cowboy boots on his feet? They had metal spurs and everything…

"Robbie, it's going to be ok," Cat chided.

She looked every bit as terrified as Robbie did in the moment, but she was still smiling brightly at him, dazzling hope shining in those soft brown eyes of hers.

It made Robbie love Cat even more than he thought possible.

"You're right. If we're gonna die, we always have a back-up plan," Robbie agreed.

With that, he grasped Cat's free hand with his own and held on tightly to the receptor in his other hand.

"I love you so much, Cat Valentine."

"I love you too, Robbie Shapiro. See you in the next reality?" she asked, a sly smile on her face, grabbing her receptor from her denim shorts.

"Or maybe even the next dream," Robbie agreed, matching her smile.

They moved closer together and shared a slow and tender kiss that grew with every heated, passionate breath which left their lips and sent out a message of love to the universe.

Cat and Robbie's kisses were a series of promises made between them which encompassed all of their happiness with each other and trust that they'd live to see another day together somehow.

"Have I mentioned how annoying you two and your love story are in every reality you enter?" Rex demanded waspishly of the lovebirds, who had pulled apart and were back to making romantical 'googley eyes' at each other yet again.

Rex chewed thoughtfully on a toothpick, squinting through the camo-print headband covering his forehead at the zombies getting closer. Their hellish grunts and shrieks were rife with the palpable tones of hunger for warm, living flesh.

But Rex Powers hadn't been born to be afraid of anything, least of all brain-eating zombies.

Rex Powers was on a special mission: take back his beloved Earth and kill as many chizzy zombies as he could.

Or die trying.

"Chizz it, now I am wazzed off," the puppet snapped, letting his anger fuel his adrenaline for kicking some ganky zombie butt. "This is not what I meant when I said 'Turn up on a Tuesday'," he muttered, grabbing a large shotgun from behind him and taking aim.

Author Note: And...ta-do! Rex Powers knows how to kill zombies - that could be useful info to have in the future ;-) And I guess we can assume that Cabbie will have many more whacky adventures with their Doctor Who-esque receptors that can launch them into dreams and alternate realities before they die.

The mind truly boggles.

That's the end of my story :'-) It's been an amazing journey, thank you so much for all the lovely reviews. I hope you all enjoyed Cat and Robbie's love story, please leave me muchas reviews por favor.

Now to re-read a riveting Cori fic by weirdprince called 'Question Marks' before turning in for the night. Just. Solid. Gold.

And after that, Ariana and I will adjourn to the yacht for a romantic cruise and a delicious lobster dinner. Now. That's. Platinum.

Tootles!