This is dedicated to 
ElizabethTopaz 
who made one of the greatest Spot Conlon love stories ever.
Keep shining!

Spot and I wave goodbye to the others and we make our way to Roosevelt.

"Hey, Mista?" Spot called, getting his attention.

Roosevelt turned to us, his face holding a warm smile. "And hello! What may I do for you?"

"Uh, could ya take us ta da Brooklyn Bridge, sir?" I asked.

"Of course!" he replied genially. "Hop on! Howard, you heard the young lady. Take us to the Brooklyn Bridge!"

"Yes, sir." his driver responded. 

I whistled for Quicksilver, and she came bounding up behind the carriage. "Follow us, Silver. We're going to Brooklyn." I told her.

Howard cracked the whip and we were on our way.

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We jumped off of the carriage and thanked the Governor. Then we dashed to the docks. We sat down on the edge, our feet skimming the water. We sat there in blissful silence, watching the sun slowly set behind the horizon.

Suddenly, I heard a crash behind us. I whipped around and saw my living room. The very room that I jumped through the T.V. in.

"Uh, Graceful?"

"Yeah, I's see it, Spot." I answered, standing up. 

I walked over to the portal and poked my head in, looking around. It looked the same as when I went through. Then I took a closer look, and it looked like a week or two had passed. Then I saw a sheet of paper on the ground. I bent down and picked it up.

Krista,

I don't know how this happened. But I love you, and it would break my heart to have you leave us. I hope you can come back as soon as possible.

Love, 

Daddy

My eyes watered at the note, but I didn't want to go back. I couldn't. Life there was too hard. Besides, Spot wouldn't fit in if he came back with me. Spot wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder, and read the message.

"Ya real name is Krista?" he asked when he finished reading.

I nodded. "But I hate it. It sounds weird when I say it."

"I's likes it." he protested. 

I shook my head. "I's don't. Before all dis, I's wasn't able ta change me name. Now, it's gonna be Thalia Grace whether my fadda likes it or not."

"Whaddya mean?" Spot wondered confusedly. "Ya stayin' here?"

I turned back to the sunset and Spot wrapped his arm around my waist. I leaned against him, and he rested his head on mine.

"I'm stayin' here."