The Serpent Order. God, if you could eliminate words from existence, those would be the ones. It wouldn't change what they had done, though. What they had stolen from you, stolen from Griffin.

If you were to ask Griffin what the hardest part of living in the modern world was, he would make some sarcastic remark about technology, or something else equally flippant. But you knew the truth. The hardest part was knowing what could have been, what should have been.

You and Griffin had an entire future planned out before he fell off that train and you, in all your heartbroken wisdom, joined Grant in his mission to take down the Serpent Order and avenge Griffin's 'death'. You went into the ice with Grant, and you were there in D.C. when Griffin was revealed to be the Revenant.

It had been a wild ride, but through it all, you held the memories of your love close to your heart. Griffin remembered, you knew that much. But he thought he was broken. Unworthy. So, the lovers' reunion you had once expected never came. And it sucked, but you didn't blame him. Not really.

So, there you sat drinking a beer at the bartop at Charlie's Place, one of the last prohibition era bars in New York, and one of your old haunting grounds with Grant and Griffin. Oh, how you loved going dancing in the 1940s. Something about sitting in that old familiar place with your former fiancé made you nostalgic.

"Dance with me." you smirked, setting your beer down.

"I don't dance." Griffin grumbled reflexively. You arched your eyebrow at him. "Really? You sure about that?" Your smirk was more amused than he appreciated. He stared at you, and you watched the memories of the two of you in the 1940's dance through his mind.

"You know, Griffin..." you leaned forward onto your elbows on the bar. "I remember, too..." you whispered, watching his expression change as your confession registered.