AUTHOR'S NOTE- And by the skin of my teeth do I make the deadline, seriously I had like a hour to write this. Which is why I must do something I have never let myself do in all my time in being a writer, apologize for this chapter scaling Mt. Crap. I defiantly overestimated my time and the deadline sprang up on me. So I had a choice to make, write a crappy epilogue or none at all. And since I can't just leave a story without a rushed ending and a metaphor slapped in your face I decided the former. And hey to me it feels more complete. Now I know you all must be dying to read this now (sarcasm) but you've come this far, so why not finish it till the end. And its short so you can get lazy. But despite the rushed ending I truly enjoyed writing this. I found it very challenging, but in a good way, since I haven't done much of this kind of writing before, and I completely fell in love with this archive and am really excited to be returning to it again! So before the author's note becomes longer then the chapter please, enjoy!

It didn't take very long for Logan recall the whole story to them, well after he started talking again.

And once he did, he couldn't stop. He found all the emotions that were crowding his mind overflowing from his lips, it was quite embarrassing, but it also felt good

He hadn't meant to to blurt out all the details of the mugging when he told his friends and the police about it, but again he couldn't help it. As a result, Carlos was shaking like a leaf through the whole thing, James bit off all of his nails and must of pulled off several fistfuls of hair, and Kendall found himself sweating in buckets. Mrs. Knight asked Katie to leave the room at one point, to which she sternly refused, but almost wished she had. Mrs. Knight herself felt tears in the back of her eyes, how could she let this happen to one of the boys?

All in all, it upset them, the police were very pleased however, and Logan felt quite guilty about it, but at least they no longer thought he was crazy.

He also had to call his parents and talk them into letting him in Hollywood and out of a mental hospital. Of course it was the talking in itself that did the trick.

Logan had never heard his mom so hysterical on the phone. It brought him to tears as well, and he decided to spare her the details of what really happened, for now.

Eventually things did start calming down and finally to fall into a state of somewhat normality. And that was largely on Logan's part. With out denying his mugging never happened, he was truly convinced he was ready to move on. And as soon as his friends saw that, they were eager to move on with him.

They even declined Gustavo's on his offer for an extended two weeks off. It seemed to the four that things won't go quite back to being normal until they were back recording in the studio.

Logan was truly ready to put the whole thing behind him for good, but he knew there was one last thing he'd have to confront.

Exactly two weeks after Logan had taken that fateful walk home alone from the studio, the four boys cheerfully made their way back to it.

They had been singing and dancing for so long it ha d now become a part of them, similar to hockey. And whenever they went long periods of time without it, they felt miserable and lost. Right now getting in the studio to record was as much anticipated as getting on the skates to get on the rink.

Because of this they were nearly a block ahead of their newly assigned body guard, Freight Train. No matter how fast they walked it seemed like they would never get there.

"Hey lets cut through Gulliver's." Carlos suggested as they came upon it.

Then he shut his mouth. For a moment everything was so natural, he forgot the event ever even happened. He looked down to the floor to avoid the fear that snapped across his face, curing himself for being so insentitive.

"That's okay," Kendall quickly tried to recover for him, "We have plenty of tim eto get to Rock Records the long, i mean regular way." he smiled, keeping everything calm.

"No." Logan said softly, but the others heard it as a scream and stared at him perpelexed.

He looked at their concerned faces and sighed, "I mean, I can't avoid that place forever, and I feel like I have to walk it." he said, with an unusual bout of confidence and determination.

Kendall rested his hand on Logan's shoulder, "You're not gonna do it alone this time buddy," he smiled.

James and Carlos nodded in agreement, and Logan gave them all a grateful smile.

"Okay," he said, taking a deep breath and slowly taking his first step into the shaded abyss.

The others followed closely behind him, but were sure not to pass him.

At first it was normal, like he was just taking a nice calm walk down the street, then he remembered. The shock, the desperation, and the fear. The walls around him grew darker but he kept trudging on.

He felt the gun once again press against his neck and felt shiver up his side, but kept walking. Even in broad daylight he could hardly see where he was stepping, so he walked slow and careful.

Then he remembered being alone, when all kind if hope, pride, and bravery he had left him. He remembered being trapped in his own fears and being so overwhelmed by them he was paralyzed.

He stopped in his tracks. That powerful emotion still was breathing down his neck. He felt his body start to freeze up, and he took a panicked glance back.

James, Carlos and Kendall, they were all right there, s they'd always been. They were smiling encouragement to him and softly urging him to keep going.

He was wrong, he wasn't alone, he never had been. He smiled back to them, and he had a feeling he never would be.

With a reborn stride of confidence he took his final steps out of the alley and into the gleaming, bright light of the day.

AUTHOR'S NOTE- And they all lived happily ever after! YAAAH day of cliches! And Woohoo we made it to the end! And from the bottom of my sappy heart I thank each and everyone of you for taking the time and reading my story! I hope you liked it, or at least appreciated the effort. Whichever I don't care! So I ask of you for the final time, please review, because as I have said before I love to hear what you have to say! And you know since none of us actually get paid for taking hours to write this stuff, a review is the closest thing we get!