Three chapters in a 48 hour period? Wow.

The final chapter of /this/ story.

I'm actually pretty surprised that I kept an almost regular update schedule, and that I've actually FINISHED THIS! I've never finished a story aside from a few oneshots. Ever. Haha. And I really appreciate all the nice reviews and comments and stuff you guys have left on here. :)

Don't own this.

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Epilogue

The door was locked, like it had been for a few days time. He was running out of granola bars and bottled water. He was promised he'd be let out of the room after a handful of hours, whatever needed to be done wasn't supposed to take all that long.

His heart sped up as thoughts of being trapped in here with no food or water and dying in a place no one knew he was in; it frightened him, deeply. Never seeing his family or that pile of fluff they called a cat, nor his friends – he was scared to death that he was going to die, and he never got to say goodbye.

His breath quickened and he sat up on the mattress he had called a bed for the last…. Who knows how long. A hand tugged on his shirt collar, it suddenly felt too constricting and that it suddenly decided to choke him.

His wheezing was the only sound in the room; it's been the only sound in the room for a while now. Silence is all he's heard since he was told he'd be let out after whatever that needed to be done was done; and now the room was both screaming loud and deafening silent.

Plain cinder block walls and a cement floor is all he's seen since he was brought in there, a fluorescent light flickering from the ceiling lighting the small space. There was nothing to do in the room now, at first he had to work on a few things, help put something together, but now that was done with and he had nothing to do. He's gotten to the point where he counted all the cinder blocks in the room, 498.

There was a sound on the other side of the door.

He leaned against the wall, a sigh of relief left him, finally he was going to be let out of the room. He wasn't trusted to have free reign of the building, he'd tried to run last time. Obviously, he didn't get very far, but at least he had an idea of where he was.

"Hello?" An unfamiliar female voice came from the other side of the door.

"Yes?" He answered confused and voice cracking from disuse.

"Stand back from the door." The voice demanded.

He didn't move he wasn't close to the door at all. "Okay." He replied anyway.

Some kind of drilling sound filled the room, he cringed at the noise, it was too loud, tooloudtooloud. Then the door fell in, causing an even louder sound when it landed on the ground. Bright lights and voices crowded into the room as people rushed over to him.

"It's okay, Tadashi. You're okay." The same voice, though he could now see a face to match it, told him as she walked over to him.

A small smile graced his lips as he nodded, head leaning back against the wall.

He laughed.

"You're okay."

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I've sorta planned a sequel, if you guys want it. I can end it here if no one does.

I'll be honest, up until a few chapters ago, I had planned on Tadashi staying 'dead', but then I thought about how both could be affected if he were to come back.

Hehehehe.

But only, if you guys want a sequel to this.