"Till tomorrow." Rufus agreed, squeezing her hand again and watching as she stepped away from him. He could barely see her as she made her way out of the fog toward her home, but he watched from his discreet location until she hoped the door and slipped inside.

So much had changed in so little time, so many hope realized and dreams made. But he did not regret it. Did not regret the honesty that had led them to this. He turned back into the fog and began toward the Bixby home half in a daze. Who knew what tomorrow would bring them, but today he had his hope.