Abe was grateful for the crisp winter air. He sat wearily on the stoop outside and let the chill wash over him in deep, frosty breaths.

They had done it.

Ava had fixed the Unchangeable, and Abe had fixed Ava. The Coulise timepiece should work as it had before. She could take it. She would probably go home.

But Abe couldn't shake the feeling that his father hadn't been totally honest with them. This all seemed too easy after years with that old man's obsession.

A slew of bright, musical chirps interrupted Abe's thoughts. Two lemon-yellow songbirds crooned playfully from the branches of a nearly-dead pear tree, and Abe dropped his worries to smile at them. He always loved the songbirds here.

But a ferocious shout from inside the house startled them into flight, and Abe was shaken from his reverie. He rushed inside--Ava must have finally woken up. And the furious argument she seemed to be having with Charlie did nothing to assuage the doctor's suspicions.