The sun set, but Ronan could not see it. Ash’s new servant cast a beautiful dusk over the cemetery. Any normal eyes could enjoy the soft gray shroud drawn over the world. Ronan still wore Sundance’s bandage tied across his eyes. Jack, Zephyr, and Fortunatus gathered with him at the foot of the new grave. He brought Sundance’s body back to Dorian, where her last great dance had been performed. He buried her here, next to Jack’s family, next to his family. He moved into her house which she had left for him. He did not really understand it, but the magic she had put in place made everything she had his. Something about it broke his heart. Her love had joined them as one and what had been hers was now his.
“Someone is coming,” Fortunatus said.
“Ronan McPherson?” a man called out.
“That’s me.” Ronan stepped towards the voice.
“I have a package here.”
“I’ll get it,” Jack said.
Ronan listened to the swish of the grass under Jack’s feet. He heard the leaves crunch in his path. Jack talked for a moment then the man left.
“What is it?” Ronan asked.
“A package from someone named Vash.”
Jack opened it. “It’s a pair of sunglasses.”
“Is there a note?”
“Yep, it says ‘from the Inventor’.”
Jack set the cool frames in his hand. Ronan pulled the bandage off and slipped the sunglasses on. He opened his eyes. The world as it should be, as he remembered it, appeared before him. He slipped the glasses down and looked over the top of the frame. Blinding light pierced him. He pushed the sunglasses back up.
“I can see again. We never had time to go look for the Inventor…and I think we were never meant to. Things moved too fast. I was going to go back after the funeral to look for him.”
“Well, I guess he already knew.”
“I wonder if Vash is the Inventor?” Fortunatus said.
“I don’t know, but I don’t think so.” Ronan turned to look at him only to find him much the same, crescent moon tattoo and all. He turned to Jack and there he saw change. Jack, his arm in a sling, was no longer a boy. He had been very mature for his age when Ronan met him. Seeing what Jack had seen hunting Manson had grown him up real fast. Not a hint of the boy remained. He had loved and lost. He had had to choose between what he wanted, and what was right. He had been man enough to give up powers he could not handle. Ronan respected that and thanked the King Jack was at his side.
“My predecessors didn’t do much,” Ronan said. “Or used their powers for their own evil, as you well know. As a cop, I couldn’t do anything to help people until after the crime was committed. I want to change that. I don’t want to assume evil witches are guilty until proven innocent, but I do want to use my power to stop monsters before they kill lots of Innocents. I’m gonna take this power I have on the aggressive and I want you both at my side.”
“Count me in,” Jack said.
“And I as well,” said Fortunatus.
“I’ll help until the twins need me!” Zephyr gripped Jack’s ear and nodded.
Ronan looked up at the stars filling the heavens and knew that Sundance stood on the other side of the Door waiting for him. He smiled down at her grave, and walked out of the cemetery with Jack, Zephyr, and Fortunatus at his side.
…This is the end of this tale…