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'Kay, remember back on the first chapter, how I said that it was knid of depressing how it was "after Anya & Dimitri's time," and how not to worry because you'd all LOVE the final chapter, and NOBODY would see it coming? Well, here it is---and if you guessed somehow then shut up and fake it, 'cause this is great. :D I don't even know how I thought of this. Notice how it's NOT in italics.... Just read, you'll understand in a minute....

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A gentle breeze was drifting by outside, and as a result the curtains on the open window drifted in and out, back and forth. The only illumination around came from a single streetlight and the moon.

It was somewhere between when the crickets stopped chirping and the breaking of the clouds that she woke up next to him. She sat up, and as if on cue, so did he---he always seemed to wake up when she did, figuring it was sort of an innate protective thing.

"You okay?" he asked. He knew all about her tendency for nightmares.

But it wasn't a nightmare. Not this time. "I had the strangest dream...."

Dimitri resigned himself to the idea that sleeping was out of the question. He brushed her hair out of her face. "Yeah? What about?"

"It was...complicated," Anya decided. "How long was I asleep?"

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Toldja! The whole thing was her dream. That way it still "happened," but we're back in the 20's with A&D and everybody's just the way we left them. Brilliant? Possibly. :D :D :D PUH-LEEZE review me! I loved writing this, so THANK you for reading it, and I hope you had as much fun with it as I did. Peace & love.