[ Someday, Mako would like to meet his sister -- she's the only family he's left, isn't she? Someday, too, she'll ask why he keeps her hidden. When he looks like he's about to start crying again, Mako's heart softens, aches for him because she's never stopped loving him. All of the hurts and the damage and the longing aside, she could never stop loving him.

She sets Eleanor back into her stroller and straps her in, pulling a blanket over her as the baby gurgles happily. Mako takes a moment to let the enormity of that statement sink in, that he wants to be a part of their lives again and -- for a while, she had feared that he wouldn't have wanted to -- but he looks so hopeful, so teary that she could barely restrain the desire to step into his arms, to hold him and kiss him like she would have done nearly a lifetime ago. (Really, it should be official, Mako Mori is in lesbians with Raleigh Becket.)

But it's too soon, and Mako swallows a lump in her throat when she smiles and nods. ] Yes. Yes, of course. [ She gestures in the direction of her apartment. ]

I live five blocks down, in the red-bricked building. Unit 813. [ She pauses, thinks that this is a startlingly surreal turn of events. Would she wake up have it all be another dream? ] Maybe tomorrow? I'll make dinner.