Warning: What ain't mine, ain't mine. Also, in a break with tradition, this Epilogue will have slight action, although not much.

It was all over. That was Teuila's thoughts as she woke up with Max sound asleep next to her. No more Mr. Radiator, no more Daina. She was happy. She gently caressed the sleeping form of her boyfriend. She then reached under the covers. She felt her boyfriend had a hardness in his intimate regions. She decided to have him wake up to a pleasant surprise. She gently positioned herself over him, and was thankful neither was clothed, and then she lowered herself onto his manliness. After a few moments he began moaning, and then his eyes opened. He smiled. This was the most pleasant way to wake up, who cares what the coffee ads said. He soon erupted into her, and they collapsed, sweaty and happy.

"Thanks!" said Max, "That was the best way to wake me up!"

"Well, I felt you were hard, and I was feeling horny, so I thought, why not?" The two laughed at that. "I hope we'll always be together. I can't see myself with any other boy!"

"I can't see myself with any other girl!"

Later that day Kulia, her husband Kuro, her family, and the Star Guardians and Dudes went to the site were Poru palace was being rebuilt. It seemed slightly bigger than the last time.

"By the way, they'll be returning soon!" said Moli, "I'm excited, I can't wait to see my daughter again, it's been so long!" She then hugged Teuila and Max.

"I hope that one day you'll marry my granddaughter!" she said as she looked at Max.

"I hope so too, Mrs. Nuanua!"

"Just call me Moli, Max!"

"Sure thing Moli!"

"This afternoon we're going on a special train!" said Kulia, "We're touring the country. Sadly it's for a three day mourning period. Too many people were killed by Radiator and Daina!" Everyone around her hugged her. "But things should be alright soon. After that we're having the official celebrations, since Radiator and Daina are defeated!"

A few days later, after the tour, using the same train that carried the remains of Sina before, Teuila was taking a walk in the woods with her grandmother. Moli was wearing a pink baggy muumuu-like dress, and Teuila was wearing a bright blue floral dress.

"I'm about to train you a little more. Since your hair has grown, so have your powers."

"So what is it I'll have to learn?"

"Firstly, you'll have to learn how to carry things from a distance. I taught this to Lara before she even had her Hair Growing, so for you it shouldn't be a problem!"

"Carry things from a distance?"

"Move things with your mind. It's something not that many know. But I know it, and I taught it to Lara, and I may as well teach you." They walked to a clearing, and then Moli pointed at a rock. She then focused, and a trail of rings of different colors flew out at the rock, and the rock lifted a short distance into the air, spun, and came down. "Now you try it, Teuila!"

Teuila focused. Eventually a couple of colored rings appeared, and the rock slightly shook. "Harder, Teuila, HARDER!" implored Moli. Teuila tried again. This time a continuous stream of smaller rainbow-rings came out of her forehead, and the rock was slowly but surely being lifted. "Now spin it, SPIN IT I SAY!" The rock was slowly turning. "FASTER TEUILA!" It picked up speed. Then it started Wobbling. "Be Careful!" Eventually the rock smashed into the ground. "Enough of that for now!" said Moli, "Now it's time for your hair!"

"What about my hair?" asked Teuila.

"We have to make sure you know how to use it, teine - girl!"

They walked, with Moli leading, to a rail yard that had a heavy gate. On the side they were facing there was a keyhole. "It's easier to open it from the other side. The gate has holes. Use your hair!"

"My hair?"

"Walk to the gate, and send your braids through the holes!"

"Ok!" She slowly did so.

"Now keep your hair under control, and curl it inwards...that's right...now feel. Feel until you find the controls, for this gate, or any other gate."

Her hair slowly snaked along. It came to something big and rectangular. Teuila couldn't see exactly what was there from that side, and let her grandmother know as such.

"Well feel with your hair. Your hair can feel, can grab, it even has a limited sense of smell. Once you master it you can even be able to see, not with light, but with sound!"

"Sonar?"

"Whatever you call it! But now, find a way to open the gate!" She felt the rectangular thing and found a hole in it. Inside the hole was a switch. She pulled it. The gate started opening. She retracted her hair. "Well done teine!"

"Thank you, tina matua!"

"Your training is not over yet!"

"So what am I to do now?"

"Simple. You are to do another challenge. I arranged for a handcar to be parked here. She pointed in the direction with her hair. Teuila walked up to the parked handcar. It was purple, and had four wheels. It had a two-ended handle. "Climb up onto it. You pump it up and down to move it. Now, PUMP!"

"Ok Moli!" Teuila began pumping with vigor. "Now, use your hair, not your hands, to grab the rolled up note that's on the hook. It will have the next instructions. I will be watching!" Teuila kept pumping. Eventually she saw a hook, and it was raised higher than normal, attached to the side of a small signal-cabin. She was leaving the yard onto a branch-line.

The car began to pick up speed. Teuila read the note, and it read:

Teuila saw a sign that read "Akolami, 148 miles." As she put down the note. The colored circles began emanating from her forehead again, and soon the whole handcar began to glow. She pumped harder and the handcar picked up tremendous speed, and soon she saw a fast moving freight. Teuila passed it without hesitation, before too long,

She saw a sign which read, Valley of Coblitré, and an arrow pointing to a branch off the mainline, with a lone, overgrown track, the sign was graffiti-sprayed with words that read, "if you dare." She slowed and flipped a manual switch with her hair, and then entered the spur, and was travelling through a densely forested area. It grew foggy and Teuila had to struggle not to derail. She had to shift her weight to get the car to tilt sometimes to avoid pieces of the track that were too covered. She used her hair to push away branches and debris. She had to slow down because her visibility was severely limited.

Eventually things did get better. But then she heard a loud screech from behind. She pumped harder. She quickly looked behind her and saw a strange white beast. It vaguely resembled a polar bear, but with longer hind legs, and it was slowly gaining on her. She passed a low-hanging branch, that she tore off and held it with with her hair. She held it with her braids and swung it at the bear. She couldn't actually turn around, in case anything came up.

She saw a tree in the distance that appeared to be directly in front of her. She hoped the track would turn right or left just before. No such luck. She had to stop pumping and turn around. She would fight the creature, there and then.

"They said nothing about not using my powers!" said Teuila. She focused, and then transformed into the peach-furred Wildflower. The bear growled at her. She growled back. She whipped the bear with her hair, and then, unexpectedly, the bear backed off and ran away. She turned around, and saw that the tree that she was pretty sure was there wasn't there anymore. "That's odd. I may as well revert!" She did so, and then went back to pumping. She then passed through a thicker forest, with some trees drooping, and others vaguely resembling vampires of sorts. Many branches were on the sides, and they scratched her and her dress. But this test was important, so she didn't mind if they ended up tearing her dress to shreds. Indeed, her dress soon had gaping holes in it. Then she began to psychically push the branches out of the way, and she was glad she did, because some of them had nine inch nails through them. "Better my dress than my skin!" she thought. Then something else happened, she noticed the tracks seemed to suddenly lower beneath her. Then she figured out she was slowly rising. She didn't know what was happening, but she kept on pumping. Then she noticed a tall tree with branches that resembled a platform. And the bear was on it. And she was headed straight towards him. She felt a wind rush by her as she headed towards him. The handcar suddenly stopped moving, for no reason, and the bear jumped on in front of her. He grunted, and pointed towards the pump handle. She began pumping again, and so did he. There was a bright flash of light, and she was on a track again. And the bear was gone. In its place was Moli.

"You've done well thus far...you got your dress utterly ruined, but I'm not Maya Sorkin! I'm sure though your boyfriend would be turned on looking through the right hole. But that is neither on this track or on that track...or something like that." They passed an abandonned platform, and Moli jumped off there. Teuila kept pumping, and pumping, and pumping. Eventually she reached the orchard in question. It was clearly marked "Welcome to Akolami Acres, Ahu Akolami, Proprieter." There were well-spaced trees everywhere. There was another section of track that branched off for a short distance, probably for transporting fruit by train. The apples were blue. So she knew this was the right place. She picked one, with her hair. She squeezed it with a hand. It was as hard as a diamond. She wondered who in their right mind would buy these. She also noticed the grass around here was blue. She threw the apple over her shoulder, and it exploded as it hit the ground. Suddenly she heard footsteps. She turned around and saw a bronze-skinned teenage Ai'a'ive.

"Just WHAT are you doing? You don't throw the Diamond Hard Blue Apples like that. That's for Ahu Akolami to do. And where are your wings?" he demanded. Teuila looked at him. He had short black hair, purple eyes, and was only wearing a light blue sarong. His wings were gold and red. "Although I must say I like your dress!" he laughed.

"Are you Ombri?" asked Teuila.

"Yes, I am, Ombri Ai'a'ive, that's my name, you cloud-headed paugutu (slut)."

"Excuse me?" asked Teuila, "I didn't come here to be insulted!"

"Then where do you normally go?"

"Earth. Now I want to ask, where's the orange grove?"

"In Florida!"

"Ok, where's the PATH to the NEAREST orange grove?"

"Are you...Teuila Nuanua?"

"That's me!"

"You should have said so earlier. Some crazy woman asked that I show you to the orange grove for some reason. I don't get it, she could have just bought the oranges for you!" He then held out his hands in exasperation. "Since you're here, I may as well show you!"

The two walked, with Ombri trying his best to look through one of the holes in Teuila's dress without her noticing. He had a slight view of her right breast through one slit, and a vague view of her intimate regions through a gaping hole if he looked at the right angle. Teuila didn't notice.

They got to the orange grove. Ombri decided to go a step farther. The trees were way taller than the apple trees. Perfect. Especially since she had no wings. He got a nearby ladder and put it against a tree. "Just thought I'd help!"

"Thank you!" Teuila climbed the ladder, and, unbeknown to her, Ombri walked underneath her, and looked up. She took an orange, and dropped it. "No, it's not this one!" she said. She pulled another orange, and peeled it. She could tell there was a note in it. She ate the rest of the orange, and tossed down the peel, that hit Ombri on the face. He remained stubborn. She started descending.

"Just a moment, Teuila, I think part of this ladder is unsteady, I'll have to check this fourth rung!" Teuila slowly came down, carefully feeling each rung with a foot before settling on it. When she got to rung number five, she decided not to go down the rest of them.

"I think I'll jump!" she said, and she jumped off the ladder, landing on Ombri, knocking him down. Ombri slowly got up.

"Teuila, I must say, you're very pretty!" He then suddenly dropped his sarong, revealing his nakedness.

"And Ombri, I must say, you're very good at yelling like Michael Jackson!"

"Who is Michael - OWWW!" screamed Ombri, as Teuila grabbed at his privates with her hair.

"It said in the note that you're a bit of a pervert. You were probably looking up my dress, WEREN'T YOU?"

Ombri just smiled with a stupid grin.

"I suggest you put your lavalava back on, or else I'll make you do an encore of that scream!" Ombri quickly complied. "And if you try to give me that again, you won't get it back. By the way, I already have a boyfriend, and how far he got with me is none of your business, but it suffices to say he got way farther than you ever will, JERK!" Teuila got up and walked away. She reboarded the handcar, unsure of how she got there, and started pumping again, this time in the opposite direction. Suddenly she was teleported into a room, along with the handcar.

The room was large, and she found herself seated in a chair with her hands tied behind her back. A large computer screen was in front of her, as well as a notebook and a pen.

Suddenly she heard a recording of Moli's voice, "If you are listening to this, Teuila, you're about to do the essay part of the test. This is only a test. Write a long essay on any topic you chose, using only your hair to hold the pen. This essay will be graded on content, grammar, spelling, and of course, penmanship!" As she was being told this, the computer flashed a Power-Point presentation showing her what to do and what not to do. She reached for the pen with one of her braids. She wrote an essay on the role of the railroads. Having just used a handcar she thought it was appropriate. It was very inaccurate, but there was no requirement for accuracy. She even had such facts as "CN stands for Colombia Northern, D and RG means Dominica and Reading, which purchased the Reading Railroad at some point in history!" She also pointed out how "engineers have to be skilled to keep the train perfectly balanced on the tracks," and of course "the B and O, Pennsylvania, Reading, and Shortline were all owned by the same company as the Waterworks and the Electric Company, but this stopped at some point, for no known reason!" She also talked about the BNSF, which she said was owned by a man named Jim from St. Louis, and BNSF stood for Bosnia, Norway, Samoa and France. Trains from Europe have no bells, and therefore they won the Nobel Prize. Tracks are supported by things called ties, which are also worn around necks, and are also called sleepers. Therefore, a sleeper car is a car for carrying these. Yet for some reason they are normally carried on passenger trains. Teuila was laughing at this, because there wasn't a no laughing rule. "One of the most famous railroads is the Underground Railroad, which went from the Southern US to Canada, and is based in London. Not to be confused with the subterranean railroad, which is also called a subway, because it's owned by that chain of restaurants. It's sometimes called the El train, which tells us that the first railroad built under ground was built in some place where they speak Spanish. It runs from Buenos Aries, to Bueonos Taurus. Trains can be powered in many ways, including de zell, and steam, and alacrity. Electronic trains are either powered by shoes, which must be sneakers because they run on a third rail. It could be powered instead by a cat's canary, using an overhead device called a pantograph, which is also used by tailors. Steam is very hot water. It gets so hot that isn't water anymore, it's steam, which is a kind of vapor. We don't know why vapor is called vapor. Steam isn't allowed in New York, because everyone there is steamed enough already. Once upon a time people used mule trains, which meant that they were mules, who must have run along a third rail, when there weren't any shoes in the way. The train part makes no sense. Trains were sometimes hauled by animals. Animals also sang many songs, such as 'House of the Rising Sun' and 'The Girl Can't Help It' and the ever-popular 'Sky-Pilot.'"

She continued the essay for some time, with a rather inconclusive conclusion, which made sense since she'd been given crash courses in literacy rather than a proper education. She ended it "This is the end of the essay, therefore you have your conclusion right here! Goodbye! Love, Teuila Nuanua! P.S., are you allowed to put things like PS in an essay? Or is that just for letters?"

After this her restraints suddenly disappeared. She was teleported again, into another room, and so was the handcar, for no apparent reason. "You must find the CAT!" said a laughing male voice. "Pick up the cat, and throw the cat against the wall, unless the cat says meow!" Surely enough, a beige and grey-striped cat came in. He was also wearing glasses. "Remember, no hands!" The cat looked at her.

"Hello Teuila!" He then launched into a lengthy discourse about causality, and how everything happens because something else happens.

"Enough about causal causations!" said Teuila, as she picked up the cat with her hair, and threw him against the wall hard.

"MEOW!" screamed the Cat. "Shit, you made me say that word, you know how embarrassing it is to say the same word said by common alley-cats?"

"Shut up feline!"

"Ok, now for the last part, you must pick me up, without your hands, and WITHOUT your hair!" He then launched into another discourse, but this time a moral discourse about how Teuila is presenting herself as a prostitute or another girl of lose morals because of her ripped dress. Teuila lost her temper, and nearly struck the cat, but instead she stared at him. A few moments later a trail of rainbow-rings flew at him, and he lifted off the ground. A basketball net appeared, with a mattress underneath it. She psionically tossed him through the net. A buzzer sounded.

Finally Teuila was teleported into the middle of downtown Poru. She was aboard the handcar. This was a problem, as she was on the middle of a city street, with no rails, and sideways to the traffic. Many horns were blaring at her, since it was now evening rush hour. This was the first normal rush hour since the Radiator invasion. Or it was normal, up to this point. A small group of rowdy male teenage Ai'a'ive gathered around her and started whistling and cat-calling. One was even bold enough to yell "take it off, take it off!", and another went as far as to lift the edge of his sarong to flash her.

"TARO, that's Teuila, one of the Star Guardians, I didn't raise you to be a common pervert!" came a criticism from one of the cars. Teuila ran away, leaving the handcar behind. She ran to the palace, still being rebuilt, but largely near completion. She ran into Kulia and Kuro.

"What you done did?" asked Kuro, "You looked like you pumped a handcar through a thick forest, and got into a scrap with a horny bear!"

"Uh, no comment!" replied Teuila.

"What happened to your dress?" asked Kulia.

"Uh, I'll have to change it. If this palace were complete I'd run in right now!"

"We'll take you, we were about to go to the nearby hotel ourselves. This palace should be finished by tomorrow."

Teuila entered her room at the large hotel. Sitting on the bed was Moli and Max. And next to the bed was the handcar, with a ribbon on it as though it was gift-wrapped.

"Welcome back Teuila. I was just talking with your boyfriend, hopefully my future grandson-in-law!" Moli went forward to hug her first. Suddenly she reached one of her braids underneath Teuila's dress, down to her intimate regions.

"Just WHAT are you doing?" asked Teuila.

"Checking you...ah, I see that you and Max have already done it!" Max blushed a radish red. "No, I'm not going to kill you or anything. But I wanted to know, and I hope you are protected. I'd like to become a great-grandmother eventually, but not just yet." Max stopped blushing. "I feel so happy about everything, but all the sadness that happened latly, I feel such bittersweetness!"

"Bittersweet, it's bittersweet!" corrected Max.

"I got to see my granddaughter again, and I'll soon be seeing Lara, and even Simi and Perene. But my husband is dead. And so many were killed by Mr. Radiator, and Daina, and Kumere, and the Golden Glocks, and the Steel Men, and the Black Hats, and Tapuitea!" She began crying. Teuila and Max hugged her tightly.

Everyone went to a different palace, one that was completely intact and not under reconstruction. And it was another beachfront palace.

That night, Elka and Jerome went skinny-dipping. They were splashing at first, and then ended up hugging and kissing passionately. Meanwhile, in the distance, the Fiddler watched them, and sighed. Just then the ghost of Maya Sorkin appeared.

"It's hopeless, Ludwig, you'll have to find someone else!"

"But why?"

"Because she's in love with Jerome!"

"But he's a Goy, and I thought you could talk some sense into her, because you're her mother!"

"But I'm just a ghost. And if I say it once, I say it a thousand times, she doesn't listen to me. And they already did it!"

"Did it?"

"You know...they shared each other. They slept with each other naked!"

"NO!" yelled the Fiddler.

"Shh, you don't want them hearing you. I suggest you look for someone else. I'm deeply sorry!"

"OY VEY IZMIR!" he yelled, as he walked away. He climbed the palace walls, onto the roof, and began fiddling. He began playing an instrumental version of the Rolling Stones hit "Paint it Black."

Kushi and Roy were walking behind the palace. They walked along a cobblestone trail.

"We're nice and alone!" said Roy, "This is so rad, Koosh, no more Radiator, no more Daina!"

"I know!" said Kushi, as she walked up to him, and got down onto her knees.

"Uh, Koosh, what are you doing?" Kushi said nothing, she just lifted his lavalava up, and took his manliness into her mouth. "COOL!" A few minutes later he exploded into her mouth. "Thanks, Koosh!"

"Mm, salty!" laughed Kushi.

Mia'aou and Loookie looked at the sky. "I hope my Wogi is alright!" said Mia'aou.

"I'm sure he will be!" replied Loookie. "Kerenge would never let anything happen to him, neither would Lara!"

They were putting up a transmittor tower. "I can't believe how easy this is!"

"Well, when you have twice as many hands as everyone else, and you're this intelligent, it should be!"

TERMINUS!!

Special Thanks: Laurence Tennenbaum, for his help with this chapter

Shoutouts: The usual

Author's Notes: Ok, this is it, the end. Of this story. I hope you like it. The next story in this series will be called "6 & 7". What's the significance of Six and Seven? Hint: Think Stones. Think Sisters. Also, anyone who misses Sekola and Sara will be in for a treat.

Ra'akone