The Epilogue of Finn Thorne

["...Springs went, winters passed. As the years have gone by, more and more, the apocalypse becomes a distant memory. I find myself sometimes in thought, questioning if maybe it was all a dream–a nightmare, but then I remember–I remember the experiences ingrained into my body.

Then all over again, I feel thankful that I'm here, with you."] 

At his desk, he sat in a spacious office built within a house, having a personal view outside of the window that overlooked the acres of verdant fields. He took a moment in thought, giving his mind a minute of rest before beginning to type away at the code once again. 

As he was focused on his programming, the door to his office opened with the light rattle of glassware following. 

Glancing over, he watched the girl, barely tall enough to reach her arms up, set the mug of coffee down on his desk. She had the same ethereal, blue hair as her mother, though shared the same sharpness in her eyes as him.