The Epilogue for the ChoirGirl HOTeL…

Written by Karol LaFromage

Five Years after the crash...

At a cemetery not to far from the old ChoirGirl HOTeL...

Jenn laid flowers lovingly on the grave. She wiped a tear away from her cheek and sighed. It had been five years since her beloved friend had died.

It was an unfortunate fiery death for him. His bravery shown above all others. He died trying to save another's life after debris from a burning UFO smashed into his hotel.

"I'll miss you Wannie." Jenn whispered through her tears. "But you know that the Indigo girls signed me to sing back up for them on the tour. I have to go."

She looked over shoulder one last time as she exited the rusted iron gates of the cemetery. "I'll miss everything about this city," she thought to herself.

Pete looked up from his signing. "And who is this for?" He asked the pale blond haired woman.

"Rachel." She said in a squeaky valley girl voice. "Do you like my hair, I dyed it."

"Yeah." Pete said in abhorrence. This was the third time this month that he had to do a stupid promotional book signing.

He actually used his English degree a few years back and started a book. He called it "The antics of the ChoirGirl HOTeL" and based it on his time as a bellboy.

It hit the best sellers list within two weeks of being on the market. He couldn't decide whether to label the book fiction or fact, but since it was so unbelievable anyway, he labeled it fiction.

Kyribelle and Katiribelle were in the lap of luxury. After their strange experience at the Choirgirl HOTeL they opened their own club, the Strip and Dip.

Men and Women from all over the world came to visit this famous New York Dance Club, and so they opened a world-wide franchise. The twins were anxious to put the past behind them, so they moved to the Argentinean branch of the Strip and Dip, and lived happily ever after in blissful ignorance of their HOTeL counterparts.

On a the set of a TV show in LA...

Gentle Sac was back on the air. He served only five years in jail because he had the dream team of lawyers, and they got him off on a technicality.

The time he served was for mail fraud, which was a reduced sentence from Pentagon file stealing. Hey if OJ can do it, so can GS!

He changed his show from rubbing scrotum's though, by request from the FCC, to a Mr. Roger's like program. GS wasn't too happy about it, but he would do anything for ratings.

At a movie theater somewhere in the mid-west...

Dan pranced around on the stage in his little silky garters, and neon green g-string and sang "I'm just a sweet transvestite, from transsexual Transylvania."

He had been touring with a theater group that did daily performances of Shakespeare and nightly performances of the Rocky Horror Picture Show for almost five years now.

After the crash he had a severe bout of amnesia, that caused him to forget all about his mission to get to Ikaran. The government fed him some lie about being hit by a car, and some lady named Karol apologized to him about it. He remembered nothing but...

He remembered his joy of g-strings, and platform spiked heels however. After seeing the famous cult movie, he joined the touring group.

He was joyous at finding people just like him, and reveled in his naughtiness. He received standing ovations at every performance.

Occasionally he would receive a bouquet of flowers with a card signed "From the ChoirGirl HOTeL."

He didn't quite understand why he looked forward to getting these flowers, but each time he did a great smile crossed his face, and memories of a time long ago danced just out of his reach again.

Outside a huge church in NYC...

The double doors of Saint Michael's cathedral swung open.

A young woman in a long white gown walked out, with a handsome man on her arm. Her veil was pushed back from her face and she wore a giant smile.

Her name was Adrien Amos, and she had just married the love of her life, Dr. Eugene Sands. A sleek green limousine pulled up to the sacred building to whisk away Mr. and Mrs. Sands to their plane.

They would be leaving for Haiti to do more research on clones, and they wanted to discover a new formulas that would keep dippin' dots ice cream frozen for longer periods of time.

Following them was another couple in similar wedding garb.

Julio Claws picked up his beautiful, new wife, Jamie Claws and carried her to the bottom step of the church. They smiled at each other vividly.

A rugged blue SUV pulled up to bring them to their honey moon suite, but they smiled and waved the driver away. "We prefer to walk." Said Julio. He turned to Jamie "I'm not going to be cloned again my dear." They both laughed and began to walk to the newly rebuilt ChoirGirl HOTeL.

After the honey moon the couple planned to move to Plattsburgh. Julio would teach bio101, and the biology cluster, and Jamie would teach labs with him. Another couple stepped out of the humongous building into the sunny afternoon. The light shimmered off of Karol's platinum blond hair, as Greg pulled off her veil.

After five years of government training Karol was returned to her fiancé Greg as a rookie federal agent. The two worked together on cases of every nature, from computer fraud, to getting the FCC to change Gentle Sac's show into a more PC Mr. Rogers.

A government issue car pulled up to whisk the couple away to Washington as they were going to spend their honeymoon covering up the President's latest scandal.

Just before they climbed into the car though, Karol called over to a young man who attended the wedding. It was her younger brother Arthur.

"Arthur?"

"What's up Karol?"

"You'll keep sending those flowers to that theater group, right?"

"Sure."

"Don't forget to sign them "From the ChoirGirl HOTeL," OK?"

"OK."

"I still feel bad for that guy. The one with amnesia. I didn't mean to hit him with my car." She winked at Greg as she said this.

"Big brother at work again, to protect the world from the knowledge of the universe." Greg said.

Then the last couple hopped into their car and sped away from the crazy city, and from the ChoirGirl HOTeL...

THE END