No judgement for any typos I haven't caught. I'm totally supposed to be getting ready for work now, but I decided to upload. I think that makes up for me being so slow :)

"Babe, so you went to the interview. You got the job. But you're not getting paid? How exactly does that work?" Puck asked Rachel.

"Noah, please don't be facetious. This is a good opportunity." Rachel said. That was at least what she was praying for. Rachel spent the last three weeks before graduation looking for a job as a glee instructor at a school in Columbus. She never imagined so many obstacles in her way—the biggest being funding. Most of the schools barely had enough money to cover material for the required classes. Glee definitely didn't rank high in importance

Some of the schools questioned her credibility. She was a drama major, trying to teach a "music" class without a teacher's license or any formal teaching experience. Then there were the schools that already had glee teams and glee instructors. Rachel was almost at the end of her list of schools when she received her first official callback for an interview. Mountbrook High was one of the high schools in the poorest sections of Columbus. Rachel had never heard anything good about the school, but she still went into the interview as positive as ever.

"If facetious is a fancy way to say asshole, then I'm not trying to be it. I promise. But Rachel, you're volunteering. Is this cool with you?"

"I'm not volunteering Noah. I'd be creating the glee club from the ground up. You should have seen the looks on their faces. Those kids don't have anyone who wants to take a risk on them. It's going to be a lot of hard work, but something inside is telling me it's right. "

"Whatever you want to do babe, I'll support you 100%. I just don't want you to worry about this. Especially just a few days before graduation."

"You're right Noah. I will heed your advice for now and keep my worrying to a minimum. Will you be coming here after work to help me pack?" Rachel asked.

"Rach, you know I don't do the packing, I just do the moving. Besides, I think Alan and Vic are going to shoot some pool. I'll just see you guys when you come home later."

Rachel ended the call and went back to sorting the clothes out of her closet. She never imagined that she would accumulate so much stuff in only three years. With no classes, a quasi-job lined up, and graduation in three days—Rachel wanted to get everything in her apartment prepared so that she could fully move in with Puck. Ever since he drunkenly began packing up Rachel's things, she'd been sleeping at his house anyway.

It hadn't fully sinked in yet—it just felt like Rachel was spending the night there like she usually did. It didn't feel like they were living together, actually cohabitating. Eli was already well adjusted, transitioning with no questions asked. Even Rachel and Puck's parents were on board—Rebecca thrilled that they were one step closer to marriage and Rachel's dads relived that Rachel would absolutely be safe.

As she packed, Rachel couldn't help but think out loud. Was she really planning on working for free? There was no doubt that she was passionate about music and teaching the arts to kids, but for free? Wealth wasn't the issue. Working for free meant that she wouldn't have any money of her own. Puck would have to support her and Eli—something that he was already 100% down for—but it made Rachel uneasy. The optimist in her assured her that everything would be fine. But the mother in her worried about how she could provide for her son while working for free.

One thing Rachel was beginning to realize was that life was unpredictable. Something good had to come of this.

On Friday morning, Rachel woke up and cooked her guys breakfast. Since her graduation was the next day, Puck took the day off to make sure Rachel didn't do anything drastic. He also had a pretty big surprise arriving for her later that afternoon, so he had to be there to witness it.

"You know, you're teasing me about working for free. Will you even have a job with all the days you take off?" Rachel asked Puck when he walked into the kitchen.

"Babe, I run that joint. Right Eli?" Puck stuck his hand out for a high-five to his son. Eli slapped his hand.

"RIGHT!"

"What time is everyone getting here?" Puck asked, scooping blueberries out of Rachel's pancake bowl. She glared at him before answering.

"My fathers will be arriving by one, but that's all I know. They refuse to tell me how everyone's getting here because they think I'll try to run the show and stress myself out. Am I incapable of making sure everyone gets into town at the right time?"

"You're a natural born leader babe. Your fathers know that as well as anyone. You graduate tomorrow, so why should you spend your time worrying about who arrives when? As long as they show up with cards full of money and checks in hand, you're good."

"Noah! That is not why I want my family and friends at graduation. Only you would look forward to the gifts."

"Eli, mommy is telling a pretty big fib right now. Because who wouldn't look forward to presents?" Puck asked their son. Eli looked over with wide eyes.

"Is it your birthday mommy? Can I open your presents?" Eli asked eagerly.

"No sweetie, mommy's graduating tomorrow. Remember? No more school!" Rachel said, waving her arms frantically as Eli followed suit. Puck looked at the two of them, shaking his head.

"So babe." Puck started. His tone of voice instantly put Rachel on edge.

"I've got the weekend pretty much planned out. As far as activities are concerned." Puck said.

"Go on." Rachel said, instantly suspicious. She knew she recognized his "I have a plan" voice.

"Don't give me that look. Would I ever steer you wrong?" Puck asked. Rachel laughed and turned back to the stove to flip the pancakes. "So tonight, I'm taking you out. Dancing and drinks. A date thing."

"Really?" Rachel asked. As Rachel was packing and wrapping up school and Puck was busy with projects at work, neither of them had free time to plan a nice date.

"Heck yeah. One of our parents will watch Eli—not worried about that at all. Tomorrow of course is the graduation in the morning. Lunch at the hotel after that, don't know what else happens but Saturday night we're going out again. But we'll go out with Adam and Vic and their girls. Sunday we say adios to family and finalize your move."

"You've actually got a pretty detailed plan there, Puckerman. I can't help but be suspicious." Rachel said. Her senses told her there was a little more to the story than her boyfriend was sharing.

"I actually didn't add in all the times I plan to fuck you crazy cause I'm so fucking proud of you, but I figured that wouldn't fit into any specific part of the plan." Puck whispered the profanities as he stalked towards Rachel.

"Noah, you will not ruin breakfast for Eli. He'll be pretty disappointed if I burn his pancakes because you're trying to distract me."

"Don't blame your horniness on me Rach, even though I know it's a natural reaction. Besides, I've got some plans after breakfast. That doesn't mean I won't sneak attack at another time."

"Plans?"

"Eli and I are getting haircuts. Then we gotta go over to Finn's. He's got some half day at his school and he's been pretty pissed that Eli hasn't been over to help take care of the puppy."

"Does he realize that our son is only 2?"

"It's Finn we're talking about. I've also got to help him find something acceptable for your presidential-style luncheon tomorrow." Puck teased. Rachel playfully swatted at him.

Admittedly, Rachel's fathers went overboard with her celebration. They arranged a banquet-styled luncheon at a fabulous hotel in downtown Columbus. Rachel was positive that there wouldn't be more than 20 people there, but her fathers even hired a photographer for the event.

"I am an only child. They've got an excuse to splurge on their princess."

"Just hope they remember the princess needs to get married one day." Puck teased. "And since they're two guys, they technically should go twice as big."

Rachel rolled her eyes at Puck. Now that Rebecca and Peter's wedding was pretty much organized, she had time to dream about her own nuptials. The current idea circulating in her head was to have a small, intimate ceremony. She wanted to bring it up with Puck, but she didn't want to freak him out before they were even engaged. The way he brought up a wedding just then did make her curious? Was he going overboard on planning the weekend to hint around that he'd be proposing?

"Yo Rach, the weather's nice. Let's eat outside." Puck suggested. She nodded her agreement and fixed his and Eli's plates. She needed to get them outside so she could get her mind under control. Even with the straightest face, Puck could still tell when Rachel was thinking too hard about something. It both annoyed and pleased her that he was so perceptive.

"I love your panycakes mommy!" Eli exclaimed when Rachel joined them at the patio table. Rachel kissed her son on the cheek and thanked him. The reason she made blueberry pancakes almost every weekend was because Eli had the same extreme reaction each time. And each time it tickled her.

"So, you gonna be here around 4? Hudson just asked me to help him help some guy move. Kinda owe him for a bet, so gotta help out for at least 10 minutes before I pretend to pull a muscle."

"I'll probably be at the apartment trying to pack some more. Just give me a call and I can meet you."

"Babe, leave the frickin apartment be for this weekend. I'd actually prefer if you go buy something super sexy for tonight. Get pampered or something and I'll bring Eli here at 4. If only for this weekend, you're gonna do things you don't normally do. Even if I have to make you myself."

"Almost sounds like a threat Puckerman." Rachel said. Puck unleashed his full bedroom eyes on her.

"You better believe that's a promise Berry."

Puck was right. As soon as they finished breakfast, Rachel got Eli dressed for the day while Puck got himself together. Once they left, she hopped in the shower and got dressed. She decided to go to a boutique she liked to see if she could find some reasonably priced dresses for the weekend. She already had a beautiful, white sheath dress for graduation day—her honor stole and cords would look amazing with it—but nothing amazing for the night outings. And if Puck was potentially proposing to her, she had to make sure she looked her best. When her fathers wound up running late, she slid off to her favorite nail salon for a mani/pedi. Rachel hadn't had either since getting ready for the Valentine's Day banquet. The manicurist did a perfect job and had Rachel out the door with just enough time to pick up lunch from her dads' favorite Thai restaurant in town and meet them at their hotel. She hoped that while she was there, her parents would at least give her some details on what they had planned for her luncheon. If there was any way for her to stop things from going as overboard as she predicted they would, she'd try.

"It's so good to see you sweet pea!" Her daddy said, opening the door to their suite. Rachel looked around the full suite, instantly wondering how much money her fathers had paid for it. Her fathers eyed her knowingly.

"Relax, Rachel. You only graduate from undergrad once. If we want to pat ourselves on the back for stellar parenting with lavish lodging, we will. You're becoming more and more like your daddy every day." Rachel's dad said to her. Once she set down the restaurant bags, he grabbed her in a strong embrace. Rachel could tell that he was feeling great and she was glad that he'd be able to enjoy their time with family without feeling so sick.

"I absolutely appreciate the parenting you have given me. I'm so thankful of your love support every single day, at every single step of my life." Rachel said seriously. The momentousness of the occasion was finally hitting her. Graduation. Without the two men in front of her, who knows how she would have turned out? As her daddy dabbed at his eyes, her dad cleared his throat.

"No sob fest from the two of you. I've been having an appetite lately and I smell my favorite spicy Thai noodles in there. Let's eat!"

It really brightened Rachel's day to see her dad so energized. The weekly reports they gave her were starting to come back with good news more often than not. But actually seeing him putting on weight and looking like his old self was enough to quell Rachel's worries about her dad's health.

"So honey, I think you'll be pleasantly impressed with tomorrow's lunch. We—" Her daddy started.

"Hiram, don't tell her anything." Leroy warned.

"Daddy, tell me everything! I still don't understand why you two are going to make such a big deal over a lunch. You guys could use the money towards something else."

"Nonsense. While we're still here and able to celebrate your accomplishments, you better believe we're going to celebrate to the highest extent. You're our princess. Our little star." Her dad said.

"Well, what about my wedding? I can't have my graduation luncheon cutting into my fairytale wedding funds." Rachel joked. She was putting a forkful of noodles in her mouth and when she looked up, her fathers were staring at her.

"Is there a proposal on the horizon?" Her daddy asked. Rachel rolled her eyes.

"Something's going on. I've never even heard you mention a wedding of your own before. Hiram, remember we used to talk about how most little girls would plan their weddings. Rach, you were planning Tony acceptance speeches and creating your own Broadway shows with your stuffed animals." Her dad smiled at her warmly. It was a look Rachel was all too familiar with—the "how did my baby grow up so fast" look.

"Don't change the subject Leroy. Do you think Noah's proposing soon?" Her daddy asked. Rachel realized that she hadn't had an actual marriage talk with her fathers. And obviously, it was something they were very interested in.

"I have no idea. We talked about it the night Peter proposed to Rebecca. I suppose it's coming. I just don't know when. Has he spoken to you two about anything?" Rachel asked. She was pretty good at reading her dads, so when they shook their heads and denied knowing anything, she believed them.

"I imagine he would ask us first though. Poor Noah was quite the delinquent when you two were younger, but he's definitely a gentleman now. He'd know how important that was to us. I'm just positively excited now!"

"Hiram. We are not going to add that to Rachel's list of stressors. And we're not bringing it up to Noah either. Let the two lovebirds do their thing. We'll just take care of our precious grandson in the meantime. Is he still at daycare?"

Rachel explained the plan for the day and for the rest of the weekend. Her dads were perfectly fine with keeping Eli overnight. In fact, they'd already had dinner plans set up with some of her other family members coming into town. She chatted with them for about an hour, then she got ready to go home and take a quick nap before Puck brought Eli back home. She forgot to set an alarm so she could be alert when Eli arrived, so when she saw Santana sitting on her bed she thought she was dreaming.

"Since when do you take naps Berry? Thought you were the goddamn Energizer bunny. I'm the one who needs a nap, waking up all types of the morning to fly here." Santana said. Rachel sat up quickly and looked at her friend. She looked at Puck in the doorway, who was grinning at her. Everything fell into place then.

"Look who I found at the airport babe." Puck said. Once the shock wore off, Rachel leaned over and tackled Santana into a hug.

"Gross! This friendly affection is not my cup of tea Rach!" Santana exclaimed, but Rachel definitely felt Santana hug back.

"So can someone explain what's going on? How are you here?" Rachel asked, once she released Santana.

"You guys have your girl talk. I'm heading to the gym. Eli's asleep in his room." Puck said, kissing Rachel before walking out the room. Santana watched the scene with a smirk on her face.

"What?" Rachel asked.

"Puck is completely, and I mean completely fucking obsessed with you. On the way back from the airport, I asked him if I was hotter than you and if he missed being with me." Santana started. Rachel eyed her friend.

"I mean, shit I'm still me. But I'm not gonna break up this happy home, damn. Don't glare at me. Anyway, after he cursed me out he started going on and on about how much he loves you, how he's really proud you're graduating tomorrow, and how he was glad he figured out what he wanted in a woman before it was too late."

"Are you serious?" Rachel asked.

"Totally. I tried to get some proposal details out of him, but as soon as I mentioned it that lost-in-love look faded away and he completely stonewalled. The jackass told me that I'd be the last to know! I'm almost a little offended, since I did put you two together. I figure I can get some details out of Finn when we have sex this weekend."

"Just because we had drunken sex after your party, doesn't mean you had a hand in putting us together. And I thought Finn had a girlfriend? You can't waltz into town and wreak havoc."

"Hell yeah I can. And I plan on twisting some things up around here. Hope you didn't forget about the IOU I get to cash in either."

"But honestly San, how are you here?"

"You're usually smoother at changing the subject Berry." Santana commented. "You don't remember about me complaining about my parents being complete assholes and not buying my ticket to Ohio? I was pretty surprised you didn't pick up on the fact that I was making a random ass visit."

"I didn't even realize that. And although I'm still not sure how you earn your money, I'm sure you worked hard for it." Rachel teased. "So I appreciate you spending it to come celebrate with me. Who would ever imagine you and—"

"Can the flashbacks. We're gonna live in the moment. And at this moment, neither of us is drunk. Let's fix that."

Even though Puck was more of a Jack Daniels guy, he did have a pretty wide selection of alcohol. They started off with an simple margarita. By the time Puck walked in the door from his gym session, Rachel had already had 2 shots of tequila. And even though she was definitely tipsy, she was sober enough to know that the two adults behind her boyfriend were Rebecca and Peter.

"Oh, this is classic." Puck said, curious about the scene before him.

"Pet-Peter and Rebecca. I had no idea you guys would be here now." Rachel said. She hopped off the counter, grateful that her gracefulness still allowed her to land without any trouble. She hugged both of them.

"Are you drunk Rachel?" Rebecca asked, with a harsh look directed towards Santana. It was no secret that Rebecca couldn't stand Santana and was holding her responsible for Rachel's inebriation.

"No, I've only had a couple drinks." Rachel said.

"Well you guys have fun. It's definitely a time for celebration! We just came to get Eli, right Rebecca?" Peter reminded.

"Uh huh." Rebecca said. Rachel already had a bag packed for Eli, so she woke him up so they could say their goodbyes.

"Where's Hannah?" Rachel asked when she and Eli came back into the living room.

"She's at the hotel. We're meeting your fathers for dinner when we get back." Rebecca answered.

"Cool. Well, see ya buddy!" Puck said, high-fiving his son. He opened the front door to signal that it was time for Rebecca to leave. Rachel was relieved he finally did something to clear the awkwardness out the room. As soon as they left and Puck closed the door, she and Santana exploded with laughter.

"Way to warn us, Puckerman. I think your mom was cursing me out in her head. She's psychotic." Santana said.

"Well I'm pretty sure her catching me nail you on the couch has never left her memory." Puck replied.

"Hey! No mentions of your prior hookups with Santana. We agreed." Rachel reminded. It was a conversation they had about weirdness of dating each other's best friends in the past. Puck charged at Rachel and threw her over his shoulder.

"Babe, Satan doesn't even compare. She's definitely not as flexible as you anyway." Puck said, slapping her butt before putting her down on the ground.

The rest of the evening was spent drinking and getting dressed for the night. When Finn finally arrived, Rachel and Santana were definitely drunk. When it came time for them to decide a dinner option, Rachel and Santana demanded that the guys cook them a meal.

"Is Rachel actually gonna be okay enough to go out?" Finn asked, taking a sip of the beer he brought.

"Who knows? Shit looks like it'll be pretty funny. You know she never lets loose like this." Puck said, making patties with the beef he was about to grill.

"I can hear you!" Rachel called from the bedroom.

After dinner and Rachel's toast (and crying fit) about appreciating everyone taking time to celebrate a momentous occasion in her life, they started to get ready to go out. Santana suggested going to a salsa club, which Finn quickly shot down. They all agreed to one of the trendy college spots downtown where dancing and Finn's flailing around were both acceptable.

The shopping that Rachel did earlier was a waste of time. Santana packed double the clothes just so she could make sure Rachel was dressed to her standards. Tonight's ensemble included a skintight black dress and dramatic makeup.

"Puck's gonna love this Rach." Santana gushed as she slipped into her green dress. The two of them were getting dressed in the bedroom while the guys waited for them in the living room. Rachel looked at herself in the mirror.

"I look exactly like you Santana. Are you implying that he's going to like me more if—"

"You're still such a drama queen. He's gonna like you anyway, duh. Puck loves the cuteness about you, but it's okay to vamp up the sexy sometimes. Hello, you told me about Valentine's night and he completely got off on that." Santana reminded.

"Why do you know so much about my relationship?" Rachel joked.

"One of the few perks of being best friends with a couple. Mostly it's lame to see how in love you guys are."

"Please, you love it!" Rachel exclaimed. Puck bammed on the door and announced his entry. He was about to complain about their slowness but stopped when he saw Rachel. He fixed his mouth to say something then stopped.

"Baby, you look fucking hot." He finally said. Rachel grinned and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hon, prep us a round of shots before we go. I need a little conference with Puckerman." Santana said, gently pushing Rachel out the room and closing the door. As soon as she turned around, Finn was so busy complementing her that she didn't have time to wonder what Puck and Santana were even talking about. They emerged not much later with Santana demanding another round before they left.

"Rach, you're going to have to wake up really early in the morning. You sure this is a good idea?" Puck asked her.

"I suppose." Rachel said, clashing glasses with Santana and taking one more down.

Finn drove and Rachel got in the backseat with Puck. She got a whiff of his cologne and realized that she hadn't been really close to him since Santana came. She unbuckled her seatbelt and slid over next to him. Instinctively, Puck wrapped his arm around her.

"You think they'll be mad if I request we turn around so I can go home and cuddle with you?" Rachel tried to whisper. But drunk whispering wasn't her specialty.

"Hell yeah we would princess. Cuddle time can come later." Santana commented from the front seat.

"Don't worry babe. We can cuddle every night for the rest of our lives once Satan leaves. She's kinda ruining everything." Puck whispered back.

All the preparation for going out proved to be pointless though. They'd only been there for about 30 minutes when Finn accidentally bumped into a passerby while dancing. The girl tripped up and spilled some of her drink on Santana.

"BITCH! I WILL BEAT YOUR ASS!" Santana yelled in the girl's face. Puck and Finn wasted no time rounding the girls up to leave before they got kicked out.

When they were finally in the house alone, Rachel whined the entire time about feeling sick. Instead of telling her, "I told you so," Puck did his best to put her hair in a ponytail (in preparation for the inevitable trip to the toilet bowl) and helped her change into something comfortable.

"Tomorrow morning may suck for you, but just power through it Rach." Puck advised. She nodded miserably, and tried to ignore the churning of her stomach. Rachel barely got any sleep and finally got to throwing up the alcohol at after 6 a.m. Sitting through the graduation ceremony in the sun was almost unbearable, but Rachel made it through with a smile on her face. She didn't want her parents and family to know that she drank recklessly the night before. What made things worse was that Santana felt fine.

"I got caught up in the moment and forgot you're a lightweight." Santana said through her smile as Rachel's dads took a picture of them. Rachel glared at her friend.

"At least you look great. And no one can even tell that you're battling a hangover from hell. Keep it up Berry." Santana said. Rachel could tell Santana was more amused by Rachel's misery than anything. After the impromptu photo shoot was over, everyone headed over to the hotel for Rachel's luncheon.

The setup was beautiful and her dad's did an amazing job. There was a photo slideshow in the background of Rachel growing up. The tables were decorated with star centerpieces, with gold confetti stars sprinkled everywhere. The ambiance was enough to make Rachel forget about the blistering headache and truly enjoy the moment with family and friends. But the truly amazing part was the kind words and wishes everyone gave.

Rebecca started by expressing how grateful she was to have Rachel as a part of the family. Several of Rachel's family members followed, giving well wishes for the future. Santana and Finn even stood up to say a few words. Eli had been exclaiming congratulations all morning, but felt special when he had his own little speech moment too. But the waterworks started with Rachel's fathers stood up to give a few words.

"The first thing I thought about the moment my doctor gave me my diagnosis was Rachel. I've never given up on my fight because I knew I had to live to see my daughter become a success. It didn't take me long to realize that Rachel was already a success, and no matter what obstacle came in her way—she remained a success. I just want to thank God that I'm alive and able to celebrate this day with my family. Congratulations princess, and I know you will continue to do absolutely great things in life. Your daddy and I are so proud of you." Leroy said, dabbing his eyes. Just the sight of her dad crying made Rachel sob. Hiram was already so consumed with emotion that he could barely say more than congratulations and that he loved her.

Once everyone composed themselves and laughed about how dramatic the scene was, the attention was turned to Puck. He was the last to make remarks. Rachel looked at him expectantly and he flashed her one of his signature smirks.

"I don't know how to follow that." Puck said and everyone laughed. He took a deep breath and looked around the room.

"Rachel reminds me all the time that I'm not the most appropriate with my words, but I'll try my best. I've known this woman for a long time. I should have listened to my mom and claimed Rachel a long time ago—probably would have saved me that period of juvenile delinquency—but things happen for a reason. I needed to grow up and realize how incredible she is." Puck said.

Rachel could not wipe the grin off her face. Puck wasn't a nervous guy, but she knew that speaking about his feelings in front of a room full of people probably wasn't comfortable for him.

"Rachel thinks she's psychic. And she always talks about these 'moments' in life—times when you just know something. I'm having one of those right now. Hearing Leroy and Hiram speak about Rach and how she's so grown up now just triggered something in me. You guys have raised her and taken care of her all these years. Give me permission to take care of her from now on." Puck said. Rachel's mouth dropped. Rebecca let out a squeal.

"You are kidding me." Santana said.

"Absolutely." Leroy said to Puck. Hiram nodded enthusiastically. Puck turned to Rachel, grabbed her hand, and pulled her to a standing position.

"Noah." was all Rachel could get out. Puck fished around in his pocket and got down on one knee. Rachel was screaming in her head, but she couldn't get any other words out.

"I honestly wasn't planning on doing this today. Actually, I've been waiting for the perfect moment, but I realized that every moment with you feels perfect. Rachel, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Marry me baby?"

"Oh Noah. YES!" Rachel exclaimed. He slid the ring on her finger and grabbed her into his arms. Rachel forgot there were other people in the room when they began kissing.

"I just wanna say I take full responsibility for this relationship. Finn, we've gotta start planning the bachelor and bachelorette parties." Santana said, snapping Rachel and Puck out of their moment.

"That frightens me already." Rachel said to Puck.

"Just as long as we don't have them the night before the wedding. I bet you learned your lesson on that." Puck whispered.

Rachel and Puck reluctantly let go of one another long enough to receive yet another round of well wishes and congratulations. The festivities didn't end long after that and soon Puck and Rachel were heading back to their home, with a sleeping Eli in the backseat.

"Wanna consummate the engagement?" Rachel asked Puck, staring at her ring. She'd just laid Eli down in his bed.

"Just as long as we can do it for the rest of the afternoon."

"You picked out a beautiful ring. So… I guess we could." Rachel said jumping into his arms. The first day of forever sure felt good.

The End

So yeah, it's kind of the end! :( I wanted to wrap it up before it got too big... especially since I'm running out of time to actually write which sucks. But never fear, an epilogue and outtakes are most likely on the way.