"Why did you really come here?" Amy asked Sheldon. It was the night of what should have been her wedding night. But, rather than be spending the night in the honeymoon suite at Galveston's fanciest hotel, she was in a treehouse. Amy had chosen the love of her life over her fiancé. They were spending the night in their old love-nest. She still wore her wedding dress. They were sitting by the window, gazing at the night sky. The moon seemed brighter, the stars sharper.

"I did not want to see you married to a simpleton named for a snack food," Sheldon answered. "You deserve better."

"That's a good answer," Amy said. She gave his hand a squeeze. "When are you going back?"

"Tomorrow morning," he said.

"I wish you could stay for a few more days."

"As do I. but I have a job to resume, and a life. So do you."

"What are we going to do? What's going to happen with us?"

"I want you to move to Pasadena to live with me within the next six months. And one day, I would like you to take my name."

"Are you asking me to marry you?"

"One day, I will."

"Do you plan on making a formal proposal?"

"Yes."

"For a record, I plan to say yes."

"Excellent."