Summary: Life has been going well in the Big Apple. Kurt and Blaine are still happily engaged. Rachel is a Broadway sensation. Everything is as it should be. Until the day that Sam gets a call saying that there was an incident at the base where Puck was stationed. That one phone call shakes up their idyllic lives and changes things forever. But who ever said that change was a bad thing?

Pairings: Puckleberry, Kartie, Mikecedes, and Blam relationships. Past Samcedes, Quick and Bram relationships. Blamman (Sam/Blaine/Puck), Pezberry, Pucktana, Samcedes, Quick, Puckerwilde and Hummelberry friendships.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm not likely to own anything in the near future. I've accepted this. I also don't own Once Upon a Time or Captain America. They belong to Disney. But I'm not opposed to someone giving me either Bucky or Captain Hook. Just saying! I also don't own Dear Evan Hansen. But I wish I did.

Warnings: This story deals with very serious issues, including violence, PTSD, mental illness and death. There is a mass shooting involved with this story. It's not depicted only mentioned but it's a central piece of the plot. So just giving you a warning.

Author's Note: Hello! It's been awhile. Hope you're all well. Here's pretty much the last chapter. Heads up, this chapter briefly turns into a songfic. But I think it fits. Hope you all enjoy. Ciao for now.


Closing Time

Family is a weird concept for Puck. One that he struggled to wrap his head around sometimes. For so many years, family meant rejection and pain, and not just the emotional kind. But recently, well ever since he joined the New Directions for all the wrong reasons, he learned a new side of this thing called family. He learned that family could mean safety, happiness and support. When he joined to keep tabs on Quinn and their daughter, Puck never imagined getting anything more out of it. He never thought that just five years later, he would find himself surrounded by people who loved him unconditionally. He never thought he would have a sibling that looked up to him but also looked out for him. He never thought he would have two best friends who would drop everything to leave the state for him at three o'clock in the morning. He definitely didn't think he would have a world where he was engaged to Rachel Berry. Or that he could ever have Santana back in his life. He definitely never envisioned a world where he had all of that and so much more. It was weird but it worked at the same time.

So of course this meant that his mother had to rear her ugly head once again. He really shouldn't have been surprised that she was back so soon. He should've known that his mother wasn't going to take her humiliation at the hands of Tanisha and Carole on Friday lightly. She also wasn't going to risk another confrontation when both of the women would be together. So naturally it made more sense for her to try and force another face to face when he was hanging out at Jake's house helping him and Kitty rehearse their salutatorian and valedictorian speeches two days after prom. The logic made sense really. Since their arrival in Lima, Puck was usually at one of four different places: Shannon's, the Hummel-Hudson residence, the school or with the Berry's. His mother wouldn't dare try and have a conversation with him at any of those places. For starters, Shannon scared the crap out of his mother, so that made the school a no go now and her house was similarly off limits. Carole was more likely to punch her in the face than to listen to her these days. She burned her bridges with the Berry's years ago. So really, it made sense for her to wait until he was away from the scarier of his mother figures.

Unfortunately (for her), Debra once again greatly underestimated just how well guarded Puck was these days. She also greatly underestimated just how far Tanisha Wilson would go for her children. And ever since their fight following Finn's funeral, Noah Puckerman was as good as hers. Puck didn't know how he got so lucky to be born with an awful set of parents as Debra and Elijah Puckerman only to end up with three amazing surrogate mothers. But he wasn't complaining. Especially when one of those surrogate mothers was slamming the door in the face of the aforementioned awful mother.

"I don't know whether to be grateful Sam and Blaine aren't here or really pissed," Jake mused as they watched their mothers arguing through the closed door. "On the one hand, Sam goes Kentucky Thunder real fast when it comes to you. On the other hand, Santana goes Lima Heights equally fast and that's like twenty times scarier than Kentucky Thunder. So it might be nice to have backup when it kicks in. I'm honestly just weighing the pros and cons of just calling the police now. It might be nice to give the EMTs a head start before the carnage starts."

"She's not that bad," Puck protested, though he kept an eye on his longtime friend.

"Bro, it took me, Elliot, Sammy and Blaine to hold her down after that one nurse tried to sneak a picture of you to the press when you were in the hospital. And despite that she still managed to fling a bedpan at the man. I don't even know where she got the bedpan from. Or why it was full. But never mind that, it took four of us, Puck. Four!"

"That was a bad time," Puck mused, still eyeing the Latina warily.

Santana was staring at the door with an icy calm that rarely boded well for anyone. Kitty and Artie were watching the drama unfold with genuine, and slightly rabid, curiosity evident in their eyes. They were definitely not going to be any help. Rachel looked like she was about two minutes away from either encouraging Santana or jumping over her to be the first one at Debra. But the ones that caught his attention were the McCarthy twins. To say that Madison and Jake barely spoke prior to their first date earlier in the week, they were almost attached at the hip. That naturally meant she wanted to hear his speech. So of course that meant that the other attachment to Madison's hip was invited along.

Right now they were looking between everyone in the room with increasing uneasiness and Puck immediately felt sorry. Neither of them had any real idea of what was happening outside of Jake's hasty explanation on prom night that "Puck and his mom have issues". That was a supreme understatement and it was pretty evident in this moment. It wasn't fair that they were being dragged into the Puckerman family drama. Puck sighed. This is why he couldn't have nice things. This bullshit right here.

Without saying a word, he rose from the armchair Jake was perched on. Santana was at his side faster than he could process. She was silent and he knew that she was willing to follow his lead. For now. He walked over to Tanisha and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"No, sweetheart, you don't have to do this. Again."

"Yeah, I think we both know that I do," he answered honestly. "She's not going away until she gets what she wants and for the first time in her life, it's actually me. So let's embrace this moment. Besides I really want to get back to figuring out who's going to make people cry more: Jake or Kitty."

"Noah," Tanisha started, squeezing his shoulder lightly. She bit her bottom lip as she searched his face for something. Eventually she sighed. "Okay, but I'm calling Carole and Shannon. Teach her to try and sneak attack me. She has no damn idea whose she's messing with. It's like she never learns a damn thing. Ever."

Puck smiled weakly at her vehement defense. She patted him on the cheek before leaving to call Shannon. Puck heard Rachel already on the phone with Carole. One day, he would wonder about the steep decline in the formerly prim and proper Rachel's vocabulary. But for now, he was just wanting to get this over with. All the bravado from prom night was gone and he didn't actually know how to deal with this. His hand shook slightly as he opened the door to find his mother impatiently standing on the porch. His sister was hovering behind her with a matching expression of annoyance and disdain. He very suddenly wanted to slam the door shut and hide.

"What do you want? And how long will it take to give you what you want so you can go away and never come back?" Santana asked in a hurried rush of words. Debra glared in the younger woman's direction prompting Santana to smirk. Puck knew she was mentally adding points to the list she kept in her head. She got more points for the quicker she could get under Debra's skin. It was a game she made up when they were younger. It helped him a lot to know that she still played the game. She brushed her hand against his, earning a nod in response.

"Why are you here, Ma? Pretty sure Tanisha told you that dinner was Sunday. I know I've been kind of out of it lately but I definitely know that it's not Sunday."

Debra frowned and a look of hurt flashed across her face. If Puck believed for even a second that it was genuine, he might have felt bad. But unfortunately, he was more than familiar with his mother and her machinations. He was regretting opening the door with every passing second. He let out a shaky exhale.

"Noah, I just want to talk. I realize I was wrong to ambush you at the prom like that and I apologize. But can you blame me? You come to town and see everyone but your mother. I'm worried about you. Your sister was worried about you. We just wanted to know if you were doing okay since… everything that happened."

"Everything that happened? Oh, you mean everything since two of the guys from my platoon lost their collective shit and went on a murder spree? Guys that I've known since the first day at the Academy? Or are we talking about since I had to stab one of them to death because he was trying to shoot my roommate again? The same roommate that died anyway. You mean since all that?" Puck asked, the words slipping out without him really noticing. Now that the seal had been broken though, the things he was trying to keep quiet were emerging. "Or how about while I'm lying in a hospital bed trying to deal with all of that, I suddenly have to deal with the press digging into my life and dissecting every action and decision I've made since I was born. And it was all because you couldn't keep your fucking mouth shut!"

"I… I never… I never meant for…." Debra stammered.

"You didn't mean to tell the press that your son was the McGhee base hero?" Santana asked incredulously. "Like what did you call one of those stupid hotlines they had going and accidentally blurt out all of that?"

Puck gave a shaky laugh as Santana shifted the attention away from his response. But he wasn't stupid to enough to think that she was going to let it go. But he knew she would let everything he said pass for the moment. That was the most he had spoken about what happened that night since his initial report to the investigators. He hadn't even told his therapist and now he just yelled it out to the person he trusted the least in the world. Hopefully, his mother would leave soon because he was starting to feel shaky again. The tremors in his hands were back with a vengeance. His breath caught in his throat and he could hear the blood pounding in his ears. And then it stopped. He felt Santana's smaller hand wrap around his bicep and squeeze gently. They learned early on that touch helped him to focus. And he wasn't at all surprised that they were all aware of the signs of an impending anxiety attack.

"Noah, I just… I was proud of you," Debra's voice cracked and Puck realized with a start that this was probably the most honest she had ever been with him. "I wanted the world to know who you were. You saved those people. I was… I was proud of you. And I just thought that others should be proud of you too."

"If you even knew the slightest bit about me, you would know that I didn't want that. You say you were proud of me? I didn't do anything worth being proud of. I was too slow to help and had to watch one friend be slaughtered in his sleep. I tried to protect my other friend but he died anyway. I was attacked and had to actually stab a man to death with his own knife to stop him. A man that I served with. A man I shared a plane to the base with on my very first day. He died on top of me. Why would I want to celebrate that?! People keep throwing around the word hero but they don't stop for a second to think maybe I don't feel that damn heroic. I feel horrible all the time because I lived and better men than me died. I have literal blood on my hands. I'm not a hero. I'm just… me."

Santana looped her arm around his waist, resting her head against his shoulder. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. He couldn't afford to lose it now. Not with his mother here. Especially not with his little sister present. Though they were close when they were both younger, there was nothing between him and Sarah anymore. Sarah looked at him with the same annoyance that their mother did. And while it hurt initially, he found that he had filled the void where his once beloved little sister existed. He didn't need Sarah. He had enough people in his life that were content, proud even, to think of him as a brother and one that was proud to actually be his brother. He didn't need to hold on to the dead weight of that relationship. And with a sickening pang, he realized the same was true for his mother. He didn't need to hold onto her anymore. If this whole fiasco taught him even one small thing, it was that he was loved. He didn't need to try and jump through hoops to earn his mother and sister's affections. He had it in spades from literally everyone else.

"Go home, Ma," he finally said out loud. "I can't do this anymore."

"Noah?"

"No," he shook his head. The way too familiar burning was back in his eyes. He was definitely going to have words with his therapist. She was supposed to be helping him get this crying thing under control. "Ma, it's a never ending cycle with us. You push me away and I run and do whatever I have to do to make you love me. But I shouldn't have to do anything. I'm your son! Sarah has made mistakes and you never rode her half as hard as you did with me. I've never even seen you yell at her."

"Maybe because I'm not a perpetual screw up," Sarah retorted.

"Say that again," Jake's voice sounded from beside them. He raised an eyebrow and sought the source of the voice. Jake grinned from his place on the other side of the porch. Of course the brat walked around the house. Of course he did. Sarah stared at their brother with the same mixture of disdain and disappointment that she gave Puck so often. At least they were on even ground. Jake shrugged her attitude off with barely a blink of an eye. "You know I used to be so jealous of you when I first met Noah. You got to have him as a brother from the minute you were born. But you never appreciated him, did you?"

"You don't know the first thing about me."

"Yeah, and I don't really want to find out about you either. Like I said, I used to want to be your brother so much. But if you can't see how amazing Noah is, then you're not worth the effort to be honest. So I'll put it simply. If you don't want Noah in your life, I'm more than happy to fill that role. I'll be a better sibling than you either way."

Puck had to laugh at that. Mostly because it was so painfully true. Jake didn't just take from Puck, he was also there to give back. For all the times that Puck drove his little brother to school or stayed up with him while he was going through his breakup with Marley, Jake was there to listen to him panic about a certain class requirement or to bitch about missing Santana before they made up. He also forged a relationship with Beth. On his own. Puck never asked him to do it but Jake declared that she was his niece and he would be damned if she got any older without having him in her life. Puck wasn't even sure Sarah knew her niece's name.

"Noah…" Debra's sad voice brought him out of his head. He looked up to meet his mother's eyes. The same eyes she shared with her daughter. "I know I haven't always been there for you. But you can't really be thinking about cutting me out of your life."

"I am really thinking about it," he admitted, with a sad tilt to his lips. "I never wanted to but I see now that it's too late. We're never going to be a real family. I don't want you to learn to love me. I want you to love me. I want you to be proud to tell people that you love me. But you're not proud of me. And I don't think you've ever really loved me. And it should hurt a lot but it doesn't. I'm strangely okay with it now. Because I don't need you, Ma. I might have in the past but I don't need you now. And I don't think I ever will."

"Noah, be reasonable."

"Oh, I am. I'm reasonably warning you that if you come back here without an invitation, I'm calling the police. You're not welcome in my life anymore. So can you and your daughter please get off my stepmother's property?"

"You have thirty seconds," Santana chimed in with a devilish grin. "Twenty nine, twenty eight…."

Debra opened her mouth to say something more but the words seemingly died on her lips. Puck didn't know how long he stood there staring at the woman he always wished would love him but never could. Even Santana's mocking countdown faded to the back of his mind as he stared at his mother. His beautiful, wonderful mother who never loved her son the way she should. He didn't know what he did to deserve her inattention and hatred and lately he found that he didn't really care that much either. Because the attention and love he got from Carole, Shannon and Tanisha was more than enough to make up for his mother's failures and then some.

So he didn't bother to wait for Santana's countdown to finish. He simply turned his back on the whole sad scene and walked back into the house. He knew that it would hit him eventually that he just cut his mother out of his life for good. He knew that Santana, and possibly Jake, would be bothering him about everything he blurted out to his mother. He knew he was about an hour from being cuddle piled to death by Sam and Blaine. But right now, he pushed all of that to the side because there was only one person in the world that he needed to speak to. That he needed to see more than anything in this world.

He sat down on a chair just inside the foyer. He figured it was the best spot for everyone to see him and know that he was fine. Actually, as the phone finally connected and a smiling face greeted him, he was better than fine. Hazel eyes with brown and gold flecks that were the perfect combination of both her mother and father lit up as she laid eyes on Puck. He felt his own heart skip a beat and a bright smile pull on his own face as he saw his daughter for the first time in almost eight months. She clapped her hands, looking excitedly at something just beyond the screen. No doubt she was looking at Shelby.

"Hey, Munchkin," he said, trying to keep the wobble out of his voice. "How are you?"

"Daddy! I missed you."

Puck closed his eyes and sighed softly. "I missed you too. I'm so sorry that we haven't seen each other in really a long time, pumpkin. But no matter what, I just want you to know that I will always love you. You're my princess."

"I know," Beth replied honestly. "I love you too, Daddy. Uncle Jay said you weren't feeling okay. Momma said you had ouchies. Do you feel better now?"

"Now that I see you, sweetheart, I feel so much better. So catch me up. What have I missed in the life of Princess Beth?"

"So much!" Beth squealed. Puck laughed as she launched into a story detailing some kid at her kindergarten that was being mean to her prompting her to push him into the dirt and sit on his back. He laughed and marveled at this tiny person who he helped create, who helped raise in his own way.

As he listened to his daughter talk, Puck finally started to realize what the others had been trying to teach him all along. He actually got it. Because it was hard not to feel like a hero or someone important at least when you had this perfect little girl looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. It was hard to believe he wasn't worth it when he had Shannon and Carole both dropping kisses on his head on their way into the house. It was hard to believe that he couldn't be loved when he had Rachel, Santana and Jake all peeking into the hallway periodically checking to make sure he was alright. He had no doubt in his mind that his crazy best friends would be over sooner rather than later to check on him.

And he was right, of course. He had just hung up with a strangely giggly Beth, after promising to see her very soon, when he was tackled to the ground by the oddly familiar combined weight of Blaine and Sam. That right there was another way he knew that he was getting better. In those first few weeks of his recovery, every sudden movement triggered his anxiety and had him spiraling. But now it was almost expected. As was Rachel, Santana and Jake burrowing their way into the tangled pile of limbs. He wasn't even surprised when Madison and Mason found their way into the cuddle puddle happening on the floor.

"I love you weirdoes," he whispered. He felt Rachel and Santana both press soft kisses on either side of his face.

"We love you too."


"And now welcome to the stage, your class salutatorian, Jacob Puckerman."

Jake ran his suddenly sweaty palms over his robe as he made his way to the podium. He didn't get where the sudden case of nerves was coming from. He could sing and dance in front of thousands of people without even breaking a sweat but a speech in front of his classmates had him losing his mind. Then again, this was far from just a regular speech. Not for the first time, he wondered if he should just go with the speech he rehearsed in front of Puck. It was a good speech and it managed to convey some of what he wanted to say without potentially causing his brother to have a full on emotional breakdown.

He paused as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He scanned the message quickly, trying to ignore the grin that was tugging at his lips against his will. He read Kitty's text warning him not to screw this up for everyone. He knew that while this may have been his idea, everyone was more than willing to go along with it because they all wanted Puck to know how they felt as well. He let out a slow, deep breath and made his way towards Sue who was patiently waiting for him. She clapped him on the shoulder once before moving to join Kitty backstage.

"Hello Class of 2016!" there was a round of cheers from the audience. "I'm sure most of you know me. Either because of my old man, my own stellar reputation or because of the best brother anyone could ask for." Jake paused moment to make eye contact with Puck. He was sitting on the opposite side of the graduating class and towards the front. He was also wearing a look of absolute confusion because this was not the speech they practiced. Jake smirked.

"I had a whole speech prepared today about hope and the struggles that I've gone through to get to where I am today. And while they're all still true, I don't want to talk about that. I want to talk about my brother, Noah. I want to talk about Noah Puckerman. Now I want to say this easily could've been an entire speech of me gushing about my mom, but we both agreed that she gets my college graduation speech and Noah gets the high school."

There was polite laugher and some loud whoops from his annoying friends. He risked looking at his brother and wasn't surprised to see that he looked uncomfortable and was squirming in his seat. He had no idea what was coming.

"If you know me, then you know my brother. And you know that I spent what felt like forever trying to be anything other than a Puckerman. I mean really our reputation in this town isn't… well, good. That is until my brother helped me see that we're so much more than our father and his legacy. We're our own people and we can forge our own path. When I first met Noah, he had this belief drilled into his head that he was going to be nothing more than a Lima loser. He would never be anything more than that. I think it's safe to say that he proved everyone who ever said that to him or even about it wrong.

"I could literally talk for hours about what an amazing human being Noah is. But I'm reasonably sure that he would spontaneously combust from the embarrassment while simultaneously kicking my ass to next Tuesday. So I'm just going to say that Noah is one of the two most important people in my life. He helped me drop the angry, angst ridden teen act and get my crap together. But I'm not alone in that. I'm not the only person that has had their lives affected by Noah Puckerman. Puck has changed so many lives and now in true New Directions form, we're going to, hopefully, show him how."

Jake took a deep breath and stepped away from the podium. He knew that everyone was staring at him but it was his brother's gaze he felt the most. He knew if he looked at Puck, his face would be a mix of confusion, embarrassment, anger and fear. And he had no idea just how deep this was going to go.

Have you ever felt like nobody was there?

Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere?

Have you ever felt like you could disappear?

Like you could fall, and no one would hear?

Well, let that lonely feeling wash away

Maybe there's a reason to believe you'll be okay

'Cause when you don't feel strong enough to stand

You can reach, reach out your hand

And oh, someone will coming running

And I know, they'll take you home

Even when the dark comes crashing through

When you need a friend to carry you

And when you're broken on the ground

You will be found

So let the sun come streaming in

'Cause you'll reach up and you'll rise again

Lift your head and look around

You will be found

You will be found

You will be found

You will be found

You will be found

Jake risked looking at his brother. Not because he needed to see the effect he was having on Puck but rather because he needed his brother to ground him. Singing in front of people was great when you were with a bunch of other people. But right now, singing this on the stage alone. It was a little nerve wracking. He knew it wouldn't be for long and it was necessary but that didn't change the nerves. He met Puck's gaze and found his brother giving him a tentative smile. Jake nodded and finished his portion of the song, fighting the urge to sigh in relief as Jane and Mason joined him, followed by the rest of the current incarnation of New Directions. Kitty came to a stop beside him, looping her arm through his.

There's a place where we don't have to feel unknown

And every time that you call out

You're a little less alone

If you only say the word

From across the silence

Your voice is heard

(Someone will come running)

(To take you home)

Even when the dark comes crashing through

When you need a friend to carry you

When you're broken on the ground

You will be found

So let the sun come streaming in

'Cause you'll reach up and you'll rise again

If you only look around

You will be found (You will be found)

You will be found (You will be found)

You will be found

As the song continued to build, more and more voices joined the chorus. Jake smiled as all of the New Directions past and present stood together. Puck's eyes were wide even as Tanisha started to tug him up and out of his seat to join the others on the stage.

Out of the shadows

The morning is breaking

And all is new, all is new

It's filling up the empty

And suddenly I see that

All is new, all is new

You are not alone

You are not alone

You are not alone

You are not alone

You are not alone (You are not alone)

You are not alone (You are not alone)

You are not

You are not alone (You are not alone)

Even when the dark comes crashing' through

When you need someone to carry you

When you're broken on the ground

You will be found!

Tanisha walked Puck to stand next to Jake and Kitty. It was just in time for a blond streak to race across the stage and right into her surprised father's arms. This was the part that Jake was the most nervous about. Because he didn't know how Puck was going to react to seeing Beth again. It had been awhile since he even spoke to his daughter. Jake knew for a fact that Puck hadn't gone more than two days without checking in on Beth before the shooting. And then he went a whole eight months without even saying hello. The conversation the other day was a good start but Jake was worried that seeing his daughter would somehow setback all the progress they made in his recovery.

But his worries were for nothing. True, Puck looked a little unsteady as Beth crashed into him but he also looked beyond happy to see her as well. He dropped to his knees folding his little girl into his arms. All around them the rest of their friends continued to sing. Sam, Rachel and Jake kneeled next to father and daughter. Jake was happy and not all surprised to see tears in his brother's eyes. He met Sam's gaze over Puck's head. Finally.

So when the sun comes streaming in

'Cause you'll reach up and you'll rise again

If you only look around

You will be found

Even when the dark comes crashing' through

You will be found

When you need someone to carry you

You will be found

You will be found


"So how long did it take for you to pull this off?" Puck asked later that evening. The song went over well and had everyone in tears. Shortly after that it was just a matter of the graduates actually graduating and it was over. His time at McKinley was a mix of good times and some bad times. But looking back he wouldn't trade a single minute of it for anything in the world. Especially since McKinley gave him the man squashed on the sofa next to him. All around them the party for the newest graduates of New Directions raged on but here, there was peace.

Beth was knocked out on her father's lap. She hadn't let him out of her sight for much longer than it took for either of them to use the bathroom and Puck didn't seem particularly opposed to the idea either. Jake knew he missed her. So he did what any bratty little brother does. He acted on what his brother wanted and needed regardless of what the idiot said. And look. It worked.

"It actually didn't take that long once I got Rachel involved," Jake replied, nudging his brother slightly. Puck shifted allowing him to tip to the side and lean on his free shoulder. "Rachel got everyone organized. She's quite the dictator that one."

Puck snorted softly. "You have no idea."

"But you love her."

"Yeah, I really do," Puck answered. His eyes drifting to his fiancée who was chatting with Madison and Mason. Jake didn't know what they were talking about but it was a lively conversation. Jake couldn't help but smile as Madison laughed at something Rachel said, leaning against her twin as they both cackled in delight. "You really like her, don't you?"

"Yeah," Jake sighed. "I really do."

"Good because otherwise the way Rachel has practically adopted them would be super awkward," Puck laughed. Jake snorted, sinking deeper into the sofa. "Hey, Jake?"

"Hmmm?"

"Thanks for today. For everything you said… and just thanks."

"You get it now, right?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"Good. Took you long enough."

Puck chuckled, brushing a kiss against Beth's forehead and squeezing Jake's shoulder. "Yeah, sometimes a guy just needs to take the long way around."

"Drama queen."

"Shut up and go to sleep."

Jake snickered before finally closing eyes and doing just that. They still had some work to do but for the first time since the phone call that changed everything, Jake really truly believed that it was all going to be okay.


*and this is pretty much the last chapter. There might be an epilogue or a couple of chapters that take place when they're all in New York. If you have any interest or ideas, feel free to let me know. It might jog the creative train. Otherwise, I think I'm going to slap the complete label on this one. It's been a hell of a ride. And a huge thanks to everyone that's supported it along the way.