Epilogue

"So, what is the last thing you remember, Adam?"

The man placed a hand to his head. "I-I'm not sure." He then turned to his son who was standing next to his bed. "But Otis here was definitely shorter." He said with a smile.

Otis chuckled. His father was currently lying in a bed at the Odd Squad infirmary. One of the nurses were currently asking him questions on what he remembered after Otis had hit him with that inator.

"Is there anything of significance you can remember?" The nurse asked.

"Can you remember mom?" Otis asked.

Dementia, now Adam, smiled. "Of course, Otis. I couldn't forget her." He then looked back at the nurse, "I'm sorry but I'm still a bit fuzzy."

The nurse smiled. "Everything's all right, Adam. Take your time with remembering things. We know you need time." She then stood and left the two to talk.

Otis sighed and took a seat on his father's bed. "You ok, Dad?" he asked.

Adam smiled. "I'm fine, Otis." He chuckled. "I just feel like I have a case of dementia."

Otis tensed at that word.

His father then frowned a bit. "Are you ok?"

Otis shook of the tension, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a lot has happened in the past few days."

"You'll have to tell me all about it once I feel a bit better." Adam said, adjusting his seat. "I feel like I was hit by a ton of bricks."

Otis smiled. This was not Dementia, it was his dad. He did remember being Dementia, or the odd he caused. He was just his dad. Otis ignored his stoic nature and reached in and hugged his father.

Adam was a bit taken back by his son's sudden action, but then returned the hug. "I love you, Otis."

Otis, a few tears of happiness in his eyes, smiled. "I love you, too, Dad."

"There is only one reason I'm not happy about how this turned out." Olympia groaned.

Otis raised a brow, looking up from his files. "And what's that?"

"I have to fill out the 20-page report on what happened!" She moaned, placing her head on her desk. "This is going to take at least a week to finish."

Otis chuckled. "Yeah, good luck with that."

Olympia, head still on her desk, turned to look at Otis, "Not to bring up a bad topic, but how long are you going to be here while your father's getting better?"

Otis sighed. "I'm not sure. The new Dr. O still hasn't figured out how much of my dad's memory is gone, so we at least have to wait for that. And then we have to get him through therapy."

Olympia smiled, "Well, at least we get to spend some more time together before you have to leave."

Otis smiled. "True."

"OLYMPIA! OTIS! IN MY OFFICE! NOW!"

"What seems to be the problem, Ms. O?" Olympia asked.

"You're age." Ms. O said shortly. "Sixteen is way to old to be working at Odd Squad."

"And that's my cue!" Oona said with a smile. She took out her Older-inator and shot it toward Olympia. The beam hit the girl and turned her back into her normal eleven-year-old self.

Olympia looked down at herself. "Well, I guess there go the days of reaching the top-shelf without needing a stepstool."

"Don't forget Otis." Ms. O told Oona.

"Oh, right!" She said, getting the inator prepped.

"Wait!" Otis said, grabbing all of their attentions. "Why would you need to hit me? I'm not in Odd Squad anymore."

"Seriously, Otis?" Ms. O asked. "After everything that's happened, you don't think you're a part of Odd Squad?"

"You want me back?" Otis asked.

Ms. O smiled. "Of course! You are one of the best agents I've ever had the privilege to work with, and after this craziness, you have more than proved you still belong on this team." She paused a moment. "What do you say, Otis? Wanna work for Odd Squad?"

Otis smiled. "Of, course, Ms. O."

But, they just stood there looking at each other for a moment. Ms. O then looked to Oona.

"Oh, was that my cue?" Oona asked.

Ms. O nodded.

"Sorry." Oona apologized. She then shot the beam to Otis, and he was instantly turned back into his eleven-year-old self, back to the way he was before any of this happened.

Olympia's smile grew.

Otis tuned to look at her. "What?"

"If you're back on Odd Squad, that means we can do our paperwork together!" She squealed.

Terror spread over Otis's face. "Uh, Ms. O, I don't have to-."

"All agents have to do paperwork, Agent Otis, so I recommend you start it, NOW!"

Olympia squealed, "Let's go, partner!" She grabbed Otis's hand and pulled him out of the office. He usually would be in a horrible mood at the thought of all the paperwork that waited for him, but this time, he was happy.

He was back where he belonged.

He was back in Odd Squad.

IT'S FINISHED!

Wow, can you believe I actually did it? I hope you enjoyed this Odd Squad story as much (or more ;) than I did.

A HUGE thanks to Lilac-Kat and all the help she's been throughout this project. This story, more likely than not, would not have been finished without her.

Also, lots of thank's to those of you who have taken the time review my story. It's so nice to read what you think of my story and all of your encouraging words!

See you next time!