Epilogue

"Peter, I saw the paper today. There's no way that wasn't you. Please call me back. And please call Mom. She was a lot more upset than I was to find out what you've been up to in the New York Chronicle, instead of hearing it from you."

Peter sighed, deleted the message on his answering machine, and went over to his bleak living-room wall. He was already in his Paramedic uniform. It was 6.10 AM.

Yesterday's newspaper lay open on the floor, showing the bold headline, "Hero Paramedic Saves Family Of Four."

Peter remained sitting in front of it for a couple of minutes, then he went to his desk in a corner, and rummaged through a drawer until he found a ruler. He carried it back to the paper, used it to neatly remove the article from the page, and pinned it to the wall, stepping back to scrutinize his work.

There was a lot of space on that wall.

He'd call Nathan back later.

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Thanks for reading, everyone! I really enjoyed writing this one, and hearing your thoughts on it. More stories to come!