He always loved this time of year.
They would often take long walks in the park or just sit on the bench and watch the world hurry by.
It was relaxing between their great and deadly adventures.
They even named their daughter after it. He died in a blaze of glory in the middle of it.
Now his grave would soon be covered in autumns leaves and it was time for her and their daughter to go.
But before she left Sarah looked from the grave to the sky and left the wind take her words to him, where ever he may be.
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference."