A man in a dark gray suit and a gray hat walked down a hospital hallway. He glanced into only one of the rooms he walked past, but he did not pause.

The man continued outside. He came to a full stop when he came to a similarly dressed man who seemed unaffected by the snow that was falling. They stood together and gazed at the window of the very room the first man had briefly looked into.

Inside, a young man placed his newborn son into the arms of the baby's grandmother. A smile spread across her wrinkled face as she took in her first grandchild's tiny features.

"Are you still glad that you helped her?" the second man asked the first.

"I am... glad," the first said, tilting his head as if he was considering the word. "I think it has made the world... better."

"We will see if it continues on that path," the second said.

An older man, in his sixties just like the woman, wrapped one arm around his wife. The other went to their grandson, so he could feel the soft skin of the baby's cheek. Their son and their daughter-in-law, tired but happy, watched as the new grandparents cooed over the child.

Snow had collected on the brims of their hats by the time two men turned and started to walk away. The first pulled a small package from his pocket.

"Would you like an M&M?" he asked his companion. The other nodded and selected a yellow one.

"I've never tried the yellow," the first commented. "Though I do not think there is a difference in the taste."

The second ate it, though he couldn't taste anything at all. "Are you going to return in eight days when the cousin is born?"

"Yes. I like to see them happy."

FIN

AN: And thus it was, this fic was ended. Two months to the day since I set out typing it all up.

Big thanks to marifreica, Fringe Fanatic, Gothic Music Angle, angellcakes23, The Fiction Spider, Niv, Newton, and WalterWalternate for reviewing!

Also a big thank you to Bryn, without whom this fic probably would have happened anyway, and Julia, without whom this fic probably wouldn't have happened.

Without all of you guys this would have never made it to 90 pages in the Google doc I used, and I wouldn't have found out I can actually finish something.

To answer the question I recieved: Niv, I don't know if Sam ever wears a dress. He very well may, but it was never something I thought about while watching Fringe or writing this. Sorry I couldn't think of how to incorporate it into the story... maybe next time?

I do want to write more fics, but we'll see how that goes now that I actually have daily commitments. Speaking of which, I'm involved with Amnesty International. If any of you like human rights and not killing people, you should go here: http: / blog. amnestyusa. org/deathpenalty/dont-let-georgia-kill-troy-davis/ (remove the spaces). I don't want to spam, but it is a serious issue that needs support.

I hope this story helped everyone get through the summer hiatus... only two weeks until Fringe comes back, yay!

And... THANK YOU FOR READING!