The apartment was silent. None of the three were touching, any tears, or really any emotion long gone. The tv was muted, unintelligible without sound, not that they were paying attention.

Suddenly a knock sounded at the door.

Polly stood, opening it and immediately cupping her hands over her mouth, stepping back. There stood Lewis and Underdog, healthy, yet smelling disgusting. Polly looked up and down between the two, not that there was much of a height difference.

"There's no need to fear," Underdog murmured, his voice barely carrying, "Underdog is here."

Polly choked up, her chest tightening. She hugged her son first, tears reforming, choking out his name. Lewis started crying himself, wrapping his arms tightly around her, burying his face in her ear.

Meanwhile, Taps and Riff had stood. Taps was staring at Underdog, tearing up, while Riff looked almost at him, unable to make eye contact after everything. Underdog bristled at the sight of Riff, though said nothing.

"Lewis…." Taps choked out.

Underdog nodded, taking a few steps closer. "William? Is that you?"

Taps nodded, smiling, "I go by Taptap now. I guess you're Shoeshine?"

Underdog looked back at Lewis, "To avoid confusion with him? Sure," he shrugged, "But I've also been getting called Underdog for the past month, so."

Taps went around the couch, crashing into him in a hug, crying. "It's been ten years!" he sobbed. Underdog said nothing, putting one had on his crying brother's back, nodding, tears forming at his own eyes.

He pushed Taps back and looked at Riff. "So what's up with you? Trying to kill me again now that my powers are gone?"

Taps gave his muzzle a light bop, "That man is my husband."

"You married a criminal?"

"I've changed my ways!" Riff retorted.

"Did you do your time in jail?"

"Yes! I got out early on good behavior and went to a therapist the rest of my time! I wouldn't dream of doing anything like that anymore, and I'm so sorry I did!"

Underdog let out a breath of acceptance rather than forgiveness. Taps then stepped closer to Lewis, Polly firmly holding onto his shoulder in case she lost him again.

"Hi," Taps said softly.

"Hello."

"This really isn't," he shuffled uncomfortably, "The way I had in mind of… meeting you. But, um, I'm your dad, Lewis. Sorry I didn't do a very good job."

Lewis shrugged, "You did a very good job of making sure Polly was alright," he smiled, "And you've still got a long time."

Taps opened his arms and, without a glance at Polly, Lewis readily accepted, almost crashing into him. Taps shuddered as more tears fell, all too happy to finally be holding his son. When he pulled away Polly closed the door and clapped her hands.

"Alright! Lewises you are stinking up my apartment and getting mud everywhere!" she said, voice more comfortable and happy than Lewis had ever heard it, "You two are taking showers this instant!"

"So… what's the Lewis plan?"

Taps and Polly were each leaning against the wall of her bedroom. It'd been a few hours since Underdog and Lewis returned, now fully cleaned and with a moderate meal in them all.

"Because I… really want to start seeing him," Taps muttered.

Polly tilted her head, "Well…" she said quietly, "I don't think there's anything that says he can't visit." she shrugged, "We switch him off every week?"

Taps nodded, huge smile on his face, "After a while. Both of them need to get used to Manhattan again." he then stepped forward and hugged her tightly, "You're the best ex…. Something I've ever had."

Polly nodded, briefly pressing their foreheads together for good measure, before checking in on Riff, Lewis and Underdog.

They were on the couch, Lewis was staring down at his feet, Underdog was fiddling with his radio, and Riff was on his phone. Underdog was sat between them and didn't look happy about it in the slightest.

Polly chuckled, "We've got a long way to go. But at least we're going through it together," she said before pulling Lewis and Underdog together in a hug, which Lewis quickly copied. Taps grabbed onto him to, Riff grabbing onto his husband. Underdog smiled, hitting the on button to his rado, tear falling down his face.

"And it seems to me you lived your life like a candle in the wind.

Never fading with the sunset when the rain set in.

And your footsteps will always fall here, along England's greenest hills!

Your candle's burned out long before…

...your legend ever will."