EPILOGUE

"Ready to be Gemini's ace reporter, Face?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure, Hannibal. All set." Face idly adjusted his tie.

Hannibal looked at him more closely. It had become a habit, checking on him. Things were progressing rapidly, but still...

"You sure, Face? If you're not ready..."

"No, I'm ready, Hannibal. Really. I just...I don't know. Wondering, y'know? Hits me every now and then. Wondering what he's doing. How he's doing."

"Yeah. I know. Can't be easy. You were with him a long time."

"I just wish Carla would let me know...all I ever get from her is that he's doing okay. Fitting in. Adjusting." He chuckled, mirthlessly. "Just like me."

"You're doing fine, Face. It's just going to take a little more time. You're remembering more and more every day."

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Things will work out for the best, for both of us. He's strong. Always was. Much stronger than they thought. Thank God for that. Otherwise..."

"Don't think about the otherwise, Face. No gain in that. He'll be back where he belongs soon enough, and you are where you belong. Happy ending."

"Well, except for Barish."

"Yeah, well, like I said. Everyone ended up where they belonged."

Again, Face chuckled without mirth. "Yeah. Well, let's go scam some East Germans, shall we?"

"Piece of cake, Face. Piece of cake."

"Yeah, right..."





FINI