Okay, so this epilogue is going to deal with what Alma went through. It might not start out to happy, but it will get there.

After three weeks of living on a sunken ship and two more weeks of adjusting to their new home and Jake adjusting to actually living in the year 1943 rather than visiting, Alma and the children had finally come to a constant routine in their new home. The house they had found and managed to convince the locals to allow them them to have was a lot bigger. It gave everyone their own room, except the twins of course, and plenty of room to run around inside as well as out. Fiona had easily planted flowers and gardens around the land and inside the house, giving it the same charm their old home possessed. But perhaps that was where the similarities ended. Since they were no longer living in a loop they did not have to repeat the same actions every day. Emma did not have to put the squirrel back in the tree. Fiona and Brownyn did not have to grow a large carrot and take it into the house. And while Miss Peregrine continued to have them go on a daily walk, thankfully with Jake for protection if ever they needed it, they did not have to for reasons they did before.

So everyday at four, instead of walking out to the same cliff to the same spot to kill the same hollow, Miss Peregrine spent that time in her room. And this wasn't the only change the children noticed. At dinner, Alma did not always hold a cheery disposition as she once had. But no one blamed her. At times, Jake, Emma, and Enoch would find her crying. Of course she covered it up quickly enough for them to not ask any questions, but they knew. All the children knew. It wasn't just their new home and lives that were changed, it was their headmistress. All because of the bad man as the little ones put it.

They actually started to miss Alma's strict rules. She had become far more lenient on what the children could or could not do. Alma told herself that it was because she wanted them to have the freedom they did not have in the loop. No one knew what each day would bring and Jake was there to protect them if anything were to happen. So in a way, anything was free to do. So long as her children were safe and nothing bad happened. But it wouldn't. She had to constantly remind herself. The hollows were gone and they were finally safe. Perhaps more so than before. But she certainly didn't feel like it. So instead of pushing her anxiety onto her children and tightening the rules, she let them do as they wished. Unlike her children, she didn't know what that was doing to her.

But they could see it. Her eyes were darker due to the lack of sleep. Everyday another ever so small strand of hair would lose itself from its keep. And no one missed the small reactions when someone turned on the lights. The worse reaction was one night at dinner. They were enjoying their dinner peacefully when the light bulb above burnt out. No one was expecting it but they knew things like that just happened. It happened in their old home as well, before the loop thankfully. Else they would have had to fix the light bulb every single day.

They were all eating their dinner, talking among themselves when it happened. The light bulb made a small pop and they could quick sparks of electricity. They all looked up, except for Alma. She had gotten up from the table as quick as possible and left the room, doing her hardest to look as proper as always. The children watched after her, no one saying a word for seconds. They all debated on what to do. They tried to figure out who should talk to her. No one knew exactly what Caul had done to their headmistress, but the little ones knew it wasn't good. The big ones knew it was torture. But they didn't know what kind. Except Millard. While everyone talked among themselves deciding what to do, Millard had stood up and left the room. Everyone remained quiet. Millard knew what Miss Peregrine had gone through, but he never told them. No matter how much Emma and Enoch insisted. So they left the invisible boy to talk to their beloved mother and headmistress.

Millard walked through the hallways of their new home. It's only been a few months but already it was feeling like home. But that wasn't what he was thinking of as he searched for his headmistress.

"Miss Peregrine?" He called out, hoping he wouldn't startle her. He thought about where he would find her and figured the best place was in her room. He hesitated. No one ever went into her room, even back at their old home. Miss Peregrine had forbid it. But if any one of the children was a rebel, it was Millard.

He headed up the stairs and quietly knocked on her door. She didn't answer. He turned the handle and thanked the birds it was open. He quietly made his way and saw Miss Peregrine lying on her bed, crying.

"Miss Peregrine?"

She jolted up, startled by the sound. "Millard? What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to make sure you were okay." He said in a whisper. The last thing he wanted to do was upset her, but that littled compared to him being afraid of scaring her away.

"I'm perfectly well, Millard."

"No you're not."

Alma didn't respond. She smirked. Millard was the rebel of the household, always challenging her rules. But he was also the most blunt and obvious. Perhaps it had to do with him being invisible. Since no one could see him, he wanted to make himself known in one way or another.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

There was silence. She started to hate herself. She hated how she left the table. It was a stupid light bulb. She had faced invisible monsters, and non invisible, without even looking afraid. But she ran away because a light bulb got too heated and broke. Alma contemplated on telling Millard to return to dinner with the others but they both knew it was pointless. He already knew more than the others. He knew what she was going through because he had seen the result of what she went through. But he wouldn't tell her that he still couldn't get the imagine of her being strapped to the table out of his mind. That wasn't something she should worry about.

"It's okay." He said. "It's okay to be afraid."

"I am not afraid." Alma stated. She was surprised with now confident she sounded. Now if only she could feel that way.

But Millard didn't say anything. He made his way to the bed. Since the family restarted their lives, Alma never had to tell him to put on clothes. He just did it. She watched the floating clothes make their way to her and wrap the sleeves around her. She could feel the warmth of Millard's body as he hugged her.

"And you're not alone."

Alma blinked. Either Millard had suddenly became a girl, or they weren't alone. She looked towards the doorway and sure enough, there were all of her children, including Jake, standing in her room. It was Emma who had said it. A small part of her was ready to question them why they were in her room when she had forbid it, but it was drowned out by the beating of her heart. She couldn't stop the crying. The little ones ran up and jumped onto her bed. Millard joined them. Suddenly she was surrounded by hugs and smiles. Suddenly, she didn't feel so bad. Emma hugged her, as did Enoch, Jake, and Olive. Alma smiled.

"You don't have to tell us." Emma said. "But you're not going to be alone."

"We're here for you Miss Peregrine. Even if you get scared because of a light bulb." Claire added.

"Claire!" Fiona said, trying to scold the little girl, but Alma didn't mind. She was a little child and certainly had the mind of one. She wouldn't understand why her headmistress got scared of a lightbulb, but Alma didn't mind. Emma was right. She didn't have to tell her children what happened, as long as she knew she was safe. Her children were safe. They were alive. So if she ran from a lightbulb, so be it. If that was the price of her children being by her side, so be it. She looked at each one of them. The little ones were on the bed lying next to her. Millard to her right and the twins to her left. Emma and the others sat on the edge. Alma knew what they were doing. They were waiting, just as they had for years. Except this time it wasn't for the loop to close and their lives to begin anew again. They were waiting for their headmistress, giving her the patience she had given them for years. Either she was a very lucky ymbryne, or she taught them well. Alma smiled.

"Children, I think our food is getting cold. Why don't we go back?"

They all smiled, heading back to the dinner table. She gave a quick smile to Emma. A silent thank you for understanding. A thank you for all the children. Millard walked beside her as they headed back to the dining room. She was done running from light bulbs. She was done worrying about her children, or herself. While she always knew her children needed her, she now knew that it was okay for her to need her children. So they finished their dinner and before Alma realized, there lives was just the same as before. But tomorrow would be better.

Thank you all for the reviews! You guys are awesome! I truly can't thank you enough. I am so glad you have joined me in this story and so glad you all enjoyed it. I hope the ending was to your liking and that it suited the story well. I felt it was normal for Miss Peregrine to have PTSD after being tortured, but I also felt it was right to have her children help heal her just by being there for her. I think she has truly grown in this story. Again, thank you for everything! I hope to write another story for Miss Peregrine, but hoping it will revolve around her and the children rather than her and Caul. I could use something a little more...happy? lol I really like the connection in this story of Millard and Miss Peregrine. I think it worked well. Thanks for reading and reviewing! I have truly enjoyed it! I have also learned a few things writing this and hope to continue that in each story. :)

Special shout out to these reviewers:

plengpoonyapa , Gene Marie 85 , Ceil, LairaPocus , and Soup42222. Again, thanks for being awesome!