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I got a hold of the script for the Homestuck epilogue

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first of September was crisp as an apple, and as the little family bobbed across the rumbling road toward the great sooty station, the fumes of car exhausts and the breath of carapaces sparkled like cobwebs in the cold air. Two large cages tattled on top of the laden trolleys the parents were pushing; the frogs inside them ribbited indignantly, and the indeterminately-colored hair girl trailed fearfully behind her siblings, clutching her father's arm. "It won't be long, and you'll be going too," John told her. "Two years," sniffed Jane. "I want to go now!" The commuters stared curiously at the frogs as the family wove its way toward the barrier between platforms nine and ten, young Karkat's voice drifted back to John over the surrounding clamor; his children had resumed the argument they had started in the car. "I won't! I won't be a Blood player!" "Jade, give it a rest!" said Roxy. "I only said he might be," said Jade, grinning at her younger brother. "There's nothing wrong with that. He might be a Blood player." But Jade caught her mother's eye and fell silent. The five Egberts approached the gate. With a slightly cocky look over her shoulder at her younger brother, Jade took the trolley from his mother and broke into a run. A moment later, she had vanished. "You'll write to me, won't you?" Karkat asked his parents immediately, capitalizing on the momentary absence of his sister. "Every day, if you want us to," said Roxy. "Not every day," said Karkat quickly, "Jade says most people only get letters from home about once a month." "We wrote to Jade three times a week last year," said Roxy. "And you don't want to believe everything he tells you about SBURB," John put in. "She likes a laugh, your sister." Side by side, they pushed the second trolley forward, gathering speed. As they reached the gate, Karkat winced, but no collision came. Instead, the family emerged onto platform four hundred and thirteen, which was obscured by thick white steam that was pouring from the scarlet Can Town Express. Indistinct figures were swarming through the mist, into which Jade had already disappeared. "Where are they?" asked Karkat anxiously, peering at the hazy forms they passed as they made their way down the platform. "We'll find them," said Roxy reassuringly. But the vapor was dense, and it was difficult to make out anybody's faces. Detached from their owners, voices sounded unnaturally loud, John thought he head Jake discoursing loudly on broomstick regulations, and was quite glad of the excuse not to stop and say hello.... "I think that's them, Kar," said Roxy suddenly. A group of four people emerged from the mist, standing alongside the very last carriage. Their faces only came into focus when John, Roxy, Jane, and Karkat had drawn right up to them. "Hi," said Karkat, sounding immensely relieved. Rose, who was already wearing her brand-new God Tier robes, beamed at him. "Parked all right, then?" Dave asked John. "I did. Terezi didn't believe I could pass the Mayor's driving test, did you? She thought I'd have to suplex the examiner." "No, I didn't," said Terezi, "I had complete faith in you." "As a matter of fact, I did suplex him," Dave whispered to John, as together they lifted Karkat's trunk and owl onto the train. "I only forgot to look in the wing mirror, and let's face it, I can just time travel if there's a problem." Back on the platform, they found Jane and Dirk, Rose's younger brother, having an animated discussion about which Aspect they would be sorted into when they finally went into SBURB. "If you're not a Time player, we'll disinherit you," said Dave, "but no pressure." "Dave!" Jane and Dirk laughed, but Karkat and Rose looked solemn. "He doesn't mean it," said Terezi and Roxy, but Dave was no longer paying attention. Catching John's eye, he nodded covertly to a point some fifty yards away. The steam had thinned for a moment, and three people stood in sharp relief against the shifting mist. "Look who it is." Vriska Serket was standing there with her wife and son, a dark coat buttoned up to her throat. Her hair was receding somewhat, which emphasized the pointed chin. The new boy resembled Vriska as much as Karkat resembled John. Vriska caught sight of John, Dave, Terezi, and Roxy staring at him, nodded curtly, and turned away again. "So that's little Scorpius," said Dave under his breath. "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rose. Thank God you inherited your namesake's brains." "Dave, for heaven's sake," said Terezi, half stern, half amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!" "You're right, sorry," said Dave, but unable to help himself, he added, "Don't get too friendly with him, though, Rosie. Granddad Strider would never forgive you if you married a troll." "Hey!" Jade had reappeared; she had divested herself of her trunk, frog, and trolley, and was evidently bursting with news. "Equius is back there," he said breathlessly, pointing back over his shoulder into the billowing clouds of steam. "Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Aradia!" He gazed up at the adults, evidently disappointed by the lack of reaction. "Our Equius! Equius Zahhak! Snogging our Aradia! Our cousin! And I asked Equius what he was doing --" "You interrupted them?" said Roxy. "You are so like Dave --" "-- and he said he'd come to see her off! And then he told me to go away. He's snogging her!" Jade added as though worried she had not made herself clear. "Oh, it would be lovely if they got married!" whispered Jane ecstatically. "Equius would really be part of the family then!" "He already comes round for dinner about four times a week," said John. "Why don't we just invite him to live with is and have done with it?" "Yeah!" said Jade enthusiastically. "I don't mind sharing with Kar--Equius could have my room!" "No," said John firmly, "you and Kar will share a room only when I want the house demolished." He checked the battered old watch that had once been his Dad's. "It's nearly eleven, you'd better get on board." "Don't forget to give Nepeta our love!" Roxy told Jade as she hugged her. "Mum! I can't give a professor love!" "But you know Nepeta--" Jade rolled her eyes. "Outside, yeah, but at school she's Professor Leijon, isn't she? I can't walk into Punology and give her love...." Shaking her head at his mother's foolishness, she vented her feelings by aiming a kick at Karkat. "See you later, Kar. Watch out for the white horses." "I thought they were invisible? You said they were invisible!" but Jade merely laughed, permitted her mother to kiss her, gave her father a fleeting hug, then leapt onto the rapidly filling train. They saw her wave, then sprint away up the corridor to find his friends. "White horses are nothing to worry about," John told Karkat. "They're gentle things, there's nothing scary about them. Anyway, you won't be going to SBURB in the carriages, you'll be going in the boats." Roxy kissed Karkat good-bye. "See you at Christmas." "Bye, Kar," said John as his son hugged him. "Don't forget Davepetasprite's invited you to tea next Friday. Don't mess with Gamzee. Don't duel anyone till you've learned how. And don't let Jade wind you up." "What if I'm a Blood player?" The whisper was for his father alone, and John knew that only the moment of departure could have forced Karkat to reveal how great and sincere that fear was. John crouched down so that Karkat's face was slightly above his own. Alone of John's three children, Karkat had inherited Roxy's eyes. "Karkat Ebgert," John said quietly, so that nobody but Roxy could hear, and she was tactful enough to pretend to be waving to rose, who was now on the train, "you were named for a Blood player and he was probably the bravest and loudest man I ever knew." "But just say--" "--then the Blood aspect will have gained an excellent player, won't it? It doesn't matter to us, Kar. But if it matters to you, you'll be able to choose Wind over Blood. SBURB takes your choice into account." "Really?" "It did for me," said John. He had never told any of his children that before, and he saw the wonder in Karkat's face when he said it. But how the doors were slamming all along the scarlet train, and the blurred outlines of parents swarming forward for final kisses, last-minute reminders, Karkat jumped into the carriage and Roxy closed the door behind him. Students were hanging from the windows nearest them. A great number of faces, both on the train and off, seemed to be turned toward John. "Why are they all staring?" demanded Karkat as he and rose craned around to look at the other students. "Don't let it worry you," said Dave. "It's me, I'm extremely famous." Karkat, Rose, Dirk, and Jane laughed. The train began to more, and John walked alongside it, watching his son's thin face, already ablaze with excitement. John kept smiling and waving, even though it was like a little bereavement, watching his son glide away from him.... The last trace of steam evaporated in the autumn air. The train rounded a corner. John's hand was still raised in farewell. "He'll be alright," murmured Roxy. As John looked at her, he lowered his hand absentmindedly and touched the SBURB logo. "I know he will." John had not retconned for nineteen years. All was well.