As Margie packed the last of her things and prepared to head home to Real Life, she realized how hard it was going to be to say good-bye to her CotK friends. In spite of all the worries, she'd had a good time during the War. She'd even gotten to like Mr. Spitz.

She shook her head, thinking back to what they'd had to go through to get their piece of the icon away from the llama puppet on Friday afternoon. Morgaine had used her PTD coupon to obtain something that they'd hoped would be equally attractive to the puppet. It had taken quite some time and all of the faction, but they'd achieved their goal. Kyer had informed them that Mr. Spitz didn't like his new gift as much as the icon, but he did think that he looked more like a Star Trek character now. At least she'd been able to keep her appointment with her friend, Eowyn. It had been nice to see her friend and catch up, but more importantly, she'd been able to return the icon to the Knighties where it belonged.

There was a knock on the door, and Lisa peeked her head through the half-opened door. "I'm all done, how about you?"

"Just about," Margie replied as she motioned for her friend to come in. "Did Kyer leave?" She had said her good-byes to Kyer -- and Mr. Spitz -- before Kyer had finished packing this morning.

"Yep. She left to go meet the Inka." She dabbed at her left eye with a tissue.

"Are you crying?"

"No...well, yeah. As Kyer was about to go, Morgaine yelled 'group hug' and Mr. Spitz kind of shot me in the eye. I was a little teary anyway," Lisa admitted.

Margie nodded in understanding.

"Everything is cleaned up too. Want me to help you bring this stuff downstairs?" Not waiting for an answer, Lisa picked up a suitcase.

"Sure. Thanks." Margie picked up her other bag and took one last look around the room to make sure she hadn't missed anything before following Lisa out the door.

~~~sometime later~~~

Anjali smiled to herself as she packed away her stuff. It had been a good couple of weeks and she had enjoyed meeting her CotK friends, but it was going to be good to get back home. She didn't like staying out of the country for too long. She seemed to miss all the good episodes of Due South whenever she did that.

The lightsaber was last to go and she frowned as a shadow loomed over her. She turned to see Morgaine, lightsaber raised in 'ready to kick a**' pose. 'Uh oh' Anjali thought, gripping the handle of her own lightsaber in case self-defense was necessary.

"I have come to finish what I started." Morgaine said, seriously.

"You'll never take me alive, Maul!!!" Anjali screamed back and jumped up in time to defend herself from Morgaine's first strike.

"I'm not being Darth Maul, again!" Morgaine complained, ducking as the plastic weapon's blade sailed toward her head.

"Okay fine, *Qui-Gonn*" Anjali replied diving over her bed to avoid another blow dealt by Morgaine and rolling over, this time to avoid her friends feet as she leapt over after her.

"What's all that shouting and giggling going on upstairs?" JL asked as she reached the ground floor, coming up from the basement.

"It must be Morgaine and Anjali duelling again." Margie told her.

"Morgaine!!" Lisa shouted, "Come on! I've put everything into the car!"

"Anjali, you'll miss your plane!" Margie called up.

There was more crashes and giggling before the two teenagers came racing down the stairs. Anjali grinned widely, seeing everyone in the same room at once and quickly hugged them all and said sincerely, "I'm going to miss you guys."

"Me too," agreed Morgaine.

Anjali grinned for a few moments more before letting out a squeal as she glanced at the clock on the wall. She was going to be late *again*. One last wave and she was out the door and on the way to the plane back home.

Lisa sighed; she'd finally met someone that got places even later than she did. "I hope she doesn't miss her flight."

Smiling, Margie replied, "She won't; her flight's actually leaving a half hour later than I told her. I didn't want her to miss it."

~~~much later~~~

Now that the war was over and everyone had departed, JL descended to the basement to coordinate the shutdown and removal of most of the electronic and computer equipment. No point in keeping it here, for by the time there was another war, if ever, everything would be obsolete and need to be replaced anyway. She would spend the next couple of days doing this, before heading for Pearson Airport and home.

The End