After, it was quiet. Xander liked it that way. There were others, now, others to fight. Even Andrew had grown quiet after, finding comfort in this new world, the incessant babble gone, melted away with the tension it had once diffused.

After, they drove up the coast and found a small cottage that caught the salt from the sea. Xander set to work on it, happy to rebuild what time rather than evil had torn down.

After, Xander sat with Andrew, content on the porch swing, his strong hand on Andrew's swelling belly, feeling the soft kick of their future.