Eliza. I'm coming to find you.

Hamilton headed off to find Eliza. She loved him and he loved her. He just never truly had any time to to be with her, or tell her, to show her he really cared.

He never knew if she was going to forgive him, but he still went. He never knew if she would be willing to let him back in her life. He never knew if she was still alive. He had no idea how long it had been since he died. But he traveled on.

He came to the house where they lived, and it looked different. The shutters vibrant color had worn away and the handle on the door was different. It looked like it had been damaged by years of wear. He slowly knocked on the door.

An elderly woman opened the door. At the sight of Hamilton she leapt forward and hugged him. "Is this truly you?"
You could hear the meaning behind her words, like they knew each other.

"Yes," Alexander replied confused. He hugged the woman back softly. "But who are you?"

She stepped back, tears in her eyes, smiling. "It's me. It's Eliza."

Hamilton stumbled back. He tripped and fell, landing on the concrete. He gulped. She was wearing on old dress, covered in creases and stains. Her face was wrinkled as she smiled at him.

"This can't be you. I was... I was only gone a moment."
He stared back out at the street then back at her. She was smiling.

"It's been a while. Come in for some tea." She waved Hamilton in as he slowly got up.

He was now standing face to face with her in the door way. His eyes scanned her face up and down. He touched her wrinkles and smoothed them with his hands. He was speechless.

"I don't understand." He said.

"Don't worry," she said. She led him in and sat him down at the table.

After unbroken silence for several minutes he finally spoke. " Why... Why aren't you ... more scared?"

"That's why we need to talk," she said. " It's about Phillip."

Hamilton looked anxious. " What about him? He died, didn't he?"

"Yes, yes he did." She looked at the floor. She seemed hesitant. "But now he's not."

"What do you mean? Is he alive? Where is he?"
Hamilton pushed his chair away from the table and stood up. All of the silverware clanged. He started to pace around the room.

"Yes. He's alive. But he's not here right now."
"Then where is he!?!" Hamilton banged his hands in the table. Eliza jumped back. He then shrank into his chair. "I'm sorry..."
"It's ok Hamilton. He's a couple blocks down with his wife. He's 60 now. He and Theodosia are very happy."

"Can, I uhh, I go see him?"

She smiled. "Of course. But first I need to tell you something else. After you died... I found out.... That I....I was pregnant."

Hamilton gulped. His tears were brimming his eyes. His mouth opened and started to tremble. "It was a girl. Like you've always wanted." She said, at Hamilton's absence of words.

He covered his mouth and started to shake. "Her name is Lauren. She's 41. She's right upstairs."

Hamilton sat in his chair, struck speechless once again. He slowly stood from his chair and started to climb the stairs. Eliza watched as he made is assent. "Lauren?"

A beautiful face emerged from the hallway. She had jet black hair with a lovely smile, like her mother. Hamilton ran up and hugged her. "Oof! Who are you?" She said. She hugged him back.

From the bottom of the stairs you could hear Eliza say, "This is Alexander Hamilton."

She looked at him in disbelief. "Daddy!" She started to cry.

They hugged for minutes on end until she pulled back, examining him. "So it happened to you, too?"
"What?" Exclaimed Hamilton.
Eliza was now at the top of the stairs. "Phillip, you know, came back just after you died. We think it might have had something to do with what you told me after we moved. When you apologized."

"So you mean.."
"Yes. When you said you would trade your life for his I think God took it literally."
"But, wait, who died for me?"
Lauren chimmed in. "Well you just arrived dad, we're not sure. I like to think of it as a miracle."
She smiled.

"But I must be off. I have to see him. I have to see Phillip." He raced downstairs and grabbed his coat. He ran across the street to where Phillip was. He opened the door and barged inside. Phillip was sitting there, eating with his wife and three children. Phillip looked up. "Dad?" He croaked, his eyes becoming shiny.

Hamilton bolted to his side and hugged him.

~Several days later~

All the Hamiltons sat around a big dinner table, laughing and talking. All the while, underneath the table, Alexander held Eliza's hand.