Cylon One, I haven't actually watched an episode of Monk in a long time. Last I knew, Ambrose was still staying in the house almost all the time only coming out once in a great while.

Monkwriter, when I said "fluff" I did mean sentiment. I don't think that fluff necessarily means romance. As for your point about Natalie and Julie, I simply wanted to be cautious there since I've never actually seen how they interact with each other.

The next morning Adrian, Natalie, Julie, Willy, Charlie, Charlie's parents and Charlie's grandparents all gathered outside.

"Well," Willy said once the car was packed up again. "I guess this is goodbye, huh?"

"Yes," Adrian said. "I guess it is."

"You three will keep buying Wonka candy, right?" Willy asked.

"Of course," Adrian, Natalie, and Julie said together.

Adrian opened one of the suitcases and produced a picture frame. "I never told you this," he said, "But Trudy once visited the factory. She wrote a poem about the experience. I typed it up on the computer you had in the suite and printed off a copy. I had it framed." He handed the frame over to Willy. "I know she would have wanted you to have this."

"'Candy Dreamland,'" Willy read. "Nice title." He tucked it under one arm. "Thanks! I'll hang it in my office." Then he fished in his pocket. "I have something for you, too." he dug around for a few minutes more and then pulled out a pin that was identical to the one at his throat. "Here," he said. "This was my first W pin. I found it a few days ago in a drawer. It was all rusty and dusty and…ew!" Willy shuddered. "But I got it cleaned up, as you can tell. I want you to have it. Maybe think of it as a…souvenir?"

"Thank you," Adrian said, accepting the pin. "I'll put this with souvenirs from other cases." He handed it to Natalie.

"And maybe those gloves, too," Natalie said, putting the pin in the suitcase, "If you ever take them off."

Willy looked at Adrian's hands and lo and behold, he was still wearing the gloves that he'd gotten yesterday. "Oh, Mr. Monk," Willy said. "About the gloves…they're only sterile for twelve hours."

"Bleeeeaaaaahhh!" Adrian bellowed, pulling the gloves off. "Natalie! Bag! Quick!" Natalie dug out a plastic baggie. Adrian quickly tossed the gloves into it. "Wipe!" Natalie whipped out a wipe and handed it to Adrian. He frantically started scrubbing his hands with it.

Willy laughed once Adrian had calmed down again. "You're really weird, Mr. Monk," he hesitated for a moment and then added, "but I like you anyway."

"Thank you, Mr. Wonka," Adrian replied. "I guess. I feel the same way about you, too."

Willy grinned and held out his hand. "Friend?" he asked.

Adrian hesitated a moment and then put his hand in Willy's. "Friend," he said as they shook hands. Then he scrubbed his hand on the wipe again.

"So now that we're friends," Willy said. "You can call me Willy, 'Kay?"

"Okay," Adrian said, "And you can call me Adrian…if you want to."

"Okay," Willy said. He hesitated, and then asked, "Will you write to me sometimes? I'd love to have a pen pal."

"If you'll write back," Adrian responded, nodding.

Julie looked up at Adrian. "Could I sometimes include letters to Charlie when you write to Mr. Wonka, Mr. Monk?"

"Sure," Adrian said.

"And could I do the same for letters to Julie with your letters to Mr. Monk, Willy?" Charlie asked.

"Of course, Charlie," Willy said.

Natalie suddenly looked at her watch. "I hate to break up this moment, but we need to leave now if we're going to make our flight."

Adrian, Natalie, and Julie got into the car, calling and receiving goodbyes. Willy left to open the gates and the car drove through, and out of sight.