The lawyer was in and out in under an hour, and was surprised Brian cheated with how harsh the prenup's infidelity clause was.

The amount for alimony was the state's maximum enforceable percentage, and would only end when, and if, Tabitha decided to remarry. There were also a few things he would be required to give up, but they weren't as big of a deal to Tabitha as the part where he would have to surrender his ownership of anything that had both of their names, but could not end his financial responsibility, and would be financially liable to her for any real, or perceived damages if he failed to maintain financial responsibility.

The house, her car, and the RV next to the house would all be hers. Only the RV, and Car we're paid off. His truck has only his name on it, and was his from high school.

When I was finally able to get her to start cooking, we did have fun. I'm not one to cook, and I didn't enjoy the cooking; but the time spent with Tabitha. I hadn't helped her in the kitchen since she got married three years ago.

The meal itself on Thanksgiving day wasn't without its mistakes, but that's what makes them memorable.

I had spent fifty years in Patty's dimension. In all that time, I was driven to learn as much as I could. I never looked to create connections, I never even slept in the same bed with someone else. Those years are forgettable to me. Other than studying, there is nothing. I don't want my life here to be like that.

This life I have now, although I wasn't born in this body, and it's not even been a month here yet, it feels like this is my real life; like I finally have a place to belong. 'Dad' hugged me from behind.

"Whats on your mind, puddin'?"

"Time." I answer. "I spent fifty years in your dimension, and I have so little memory of it." I confide while the Macy's Parade is playing. "I remember the beautiful spaceships, the massive ports and stations they landed and docked at, I could even remember designing a couple of yachts because someone asked if I could. But I have no substantial memories there." I sigh loudly, realizing Tabitha was listening too.

"Was I as forgettable to them as they were to me?" I felt the hug get tighter, and a kiss on top of my head.

"Your name went down in history, there. The reason you were banned for one year was because you changed too much. You changed so many destinies, most of them for the better, that your very name, Sierra Marie Korvall, is a name known across two hundred solar systems, and growing. But there was one problem; nobody knows what you looked like. The only photographs confirmed to be you, we're taken from the back. It created the idea that one should never boast about their achievements." She stood straight.

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"And even now, when I check on how things are going, that trend is ongoing. I cant do my job, I have to let things play out, but I am amazed at how much your fifty years did."

The parade didn't leave an impression on me, and I sat there watching a football game I had no interest in, not even remembering what teams were playing.

I don't remember falling asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, a blanket over me, and my shoes on the floor next to the couch.

I moved the shoes next to the door, and walked into my room. I set the jewelry on the nightstand, and stripped down to my small clothes, curling back under the warm quilted blanket; to sleep once more.

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"She is asleep." Dad says.

"A lot has happened in the last three weeks." I hand him a cup of warm mulled cider. "I never would have thought she carried all that."

He nods. "I'm not the only one worried about her. Just the only one who is in a position to help, well, I was told to be here, and was asked to help, since I was."

"It's a lot to take in. I mean, I know she is really Dad, and you aren't. But I can't help but treat you the way I've always treated Dad."

"Don't worry about it. She doesn't think of me as her old self. And when she does call me Dad in private, she doesn't really mean it, just that it's easier to think of me that way."

"I thought she would fight being a woman."

"Mars did too. I think the one she calls Highest One did as well. But she adapted well. And she thinks of her self feminine now too. She adapted to that rather well."

"Why does she call him Highest One?"

"That's what his dimension calls him. And he refuses, like me, to give out his real name; well Mars does to, but he has been around so long some of our most ancient ones wouldn't even remember his name. If he didn't keep getting in trouble, he would probably be in charge of fifty or sixty of us single-dimension holders."

"Ever think that he is doing it because he doesn't want to be in charge?"

Dad shrugs and downs the last third of his cider. "You should head to bed if you are going to catch Black Friday sales at 6AM when the stores open."

He leaves through the back door. I lay Sierra down on the couch, take her shoes off, then take the blanket off her bed, and cover her, and her feet. I brush her hair out of her eyes, and head to bed myself.

"Rest well, sis." I say as I shut out the light, and head to bed. Its a long day of shopping tomorrow, she seems to enjoy makeup now, but she has access to every makeup known three dimensions over. I cant even think about what she would find interesting now. I'll see how she reacts to stuff during the sales tomorrow, and figure out what to get her.