Knowing together that we
Did it all for the Glory of Love
We did it all for love...

Four years later Pogo stared mutely as the woman finished her story. Her mouth was set in a hard line and the hand not hanging on to the tote bag was clenched tightly. Pogo turned to Séance, who for once had something other than indifference on his face. Swallowing a few times Pogo asked;

"And…and what happened next?"

"Next?" laughed the woman bitterly, "You wanna know what happened next?!"

Before Pogo could answer she said;

"That bastard father of his, if you can call him that, comes down the very next day, how he found out where to look I have no fucking idea. Offers hush money then gets offended when he gets thrown out."

She opened a rusty gate. Séance and Pogo blindly followed her, but they were having some trouble now. Her strides were long and furious.

"Disgusting, absolutely disgusting."

There was a pause where the woman ran her hand through her hair. Séance shoved his hands in his pockets and said;


"And," she repeated, "And. Can't get enough of this can you? Psychos and bastards, the lot of you."

Evidently she had long ago abandoned her fear of the two of them. Pogo noticed this and said gently;

"You've already told us more than I know you were inclined to. You don't have to say another word."

"You're fucking right I don't," she snapped.

Once more she ran her hand through her hair.

"And," she muttered, "And."

Rounding on them she demanded;

"You wanna know and? Well why the fuck do you think I'm here?!"

Uncomfortable Pogo took a step back. It was then that he noticed his surroundings for the first time. Grave markers were evenly spaced around them and he saw that the woman was standing in front of one. She shifted slightly so that he could see the inscription on the headstone clearly;

Glory Maria Evans


Hasten, oh blessed hour of our reunion

"She got some of that vapor shit too," Gina said, "Breathed it in when he was attacking the library. From what they told us she got less of it though, so it took much longer to show up."

She reached into her tote bag and pulled out a bouquet of flowers. Gingerly she placed them in front of the headstone and said;

"When the library heard she got the same disease as the Horror, they paid all of her health insurance. It was too late though, even if we'd known months in advance it wouldn't have done any good. She went two weeks after he did. But they just gave the life insurance and the remainder of the health insurance to me. Now I've basically got all the money to finish my degree."

Gina got down on her knees and reached her hand out. Her fingers traced the engraving on the headstone.

"It's not worth it."

Pogo and Séance shared a look.

"You know," Gina said, "That man's considered a hero some places for making that little team. All I can say to that is that the world deserves better heroes, she deserved better heroes. And do you know what? I never met Ben, only ever saw him out of the corner of my eye in a library, but he did too. They deserved better than you."

Closing his eyes Pogo turned his head away.

"One thing though," she said, "I hate you both, I hope you know that. I didn't want to tell you anything, didn't think I owed you that and you were right; I don't. I probably just would've scrammed if you didn't tell me those two words Ben said; Glory be."

She stopped for a second before saying.

"Be was my nickname for her. It was a bad pun, I was the only one she allowed to do it. But I know that…that while she was alive she never told anyone. So now I know; she's told him now."

Gina sighed.

"In the very least they're together."

A stifled sob hit the air and Gina said;

"Now both of you; fuck off."

Without another word the two of them left the graveyard quietly and started the long trek back to the other one where their cab waited. After a few minutes Séance said;

"Hey, space-monkey?"

"Yes?" asked Pogo wearily.

"Remember this, okay?"

Stopping dead in his tracks Pogo turned to look at Séance. He looked concerned, upset, something like the Klaus that he had once been.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Someone needs to remember this," he said, "Someone who knew him needs to remember. I won't; I know I won't. So I'm begging you to remember. Don't tell anyone, just remember."

Sadly Pogo shook his head and continued walking.

"I remember everything," he said, suddenly feeling very old and worn, "I remember everything no matter who forgets."

Séance arched an eyebrow.

"Remember what?"

Pogo sighed deeply and wiped away a single tear. It had always seemed horrible to him that he had been given human tear ducts by Hargreeves.

"Exactly," he said softly.