Allan's Happy Ending, Part Iii

...It was two years later, while at his desk, Altan felt a pain he’d never known before, Tried to call for help, it came out a croak, the last thing he remembered was the floor. When he came too, he found himself walking towards a small and quaint outdoor café. Janet waited there, tilting in her chair, with a big piece of bread, munching away. She smiled, and said, “Took you long enough, I’ve been waiting a good while, you know.” He said, “I’m sorry, the trip here was long, had to see to the kids before I could go.” She smiled, and said, “It’s Friday, you know, and the food they got here does not fall short.” So they sat and talked as married couples do, about their children and things of that sort. When finished she spoke, “We’ll see them in time, but I’m glad to have you alone right now. They’re waiting for us at the bed-and-breakfast, it’ll be good to get out of the house.” He grinned softly, and nodded at her words, and felt a weight he’d long known disappear, took Janet’s hand and then strolled down the street, just feeling happy he was finally here.