A/N: My attempt to bring the whole thing to a close. Hope I didn't mess it up.


"See, I wasn't crazy," Tobias said with a little grin.

"I never thought you were," Rebekah insisted from her claimed corner of the break room.

"I did," Anthony said flatly. "That's why I had you committed."

Tobias looked utterly betrayed. "You ass!" he declared as he threw a French fry at Anthony.

"Children!" Vivian said sharply as she walked into the room. "Has Rebekah told you how she solved the case?"

They both stopped what they were doing to look at the redhead in the corner. "Solved?" Tobias asked. "Beyond identifying the killer?"

Rebekah nodded. "I found motive. I had to go through Erikson's stuff, since I couldn't just ask him, 'cause I, you know, gave him an impromptu lobotomy. Anyway, he had all this research on that mine, and the people who claimed it. Apparently, they had caused the cave-in that killed Hiram Erikson. He'd had a wife and child back in Oklahoma that wound up with nothing when they'd lost the rights to the mine. So, now, Jacob Erikson tracked down the descendants of the people who stole his family's fortune."

"So, none of the victims even knew why they were being killed," Anthony added.

"Darien didn't know," Tobias said quietly. "As far as he knew, he'd done nothing to piss this guy off."

"He hadn't. It was all for something that happened 150 years ago, that he had absolutely no control over," Rebekah said.

"I guess that's it then," Vivian said, somewhat wearily. "Five dead, one alive, we got the bad guy, and we know why he did it. That's all we can do on this one. It might not seem like enough, but it's a lot better than it could have been. If events had gone a little differently, we could've had six dead, and a murderer going free."

"Good thing they don't have very good security at Fairview," Tobias said thoughtfully, with a lop-sided grin.

"Speaking of which, seen any more dead people?" Rebekah asked.

"Nope," Tobias replied. "I saw Darien for a second after you shot Erikson, then he was gone."

Late that night, Tobias stared at his blank computer screen. He needed to write something, but he didn't know what. He had to sum up the strangest week of his life, somehow. So, he just started typing.

The need to survive is a funny thing. It endures, even after death. At that point when the body gives up and the mind takes over, things get weird. In the past week, I have enlisted the help of a dead man in a murder investigation, I have spent I don't know how many days within the sterile walls of an insane asylum, and I have stopped a killer from completing his horrific vendetta.

Sometimes, I think, we have to step beyond the realm of normal in order to do what we need to do. The boundary is invisible, and you don't know you've crossed it until you're on the other side. There, you find that the way back is not as clear as the way there. Doors close and others open, walls move and worlds collide.

I have found that truth can be stranger than fiction in a place closer than the Outer Limits, and down the block from the Twilight Zone. The only place that could give Los Angeles a run for its money. Where madmen can be heroes and dead men do tell tales, here on the Otherside.

I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it and brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I've got to take it on the otherside

Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
I've got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on
Take it on

A/N: If anyone is interested, I'm working on a story in which Tobias gets sent back to the institution. It's mildly hysterical at times. If anyone thinks that sounds interesting, mention it in a review.
Thanks for reading. It's been fun.