AN: Hi, everyone! This is just a short thing to mark the anniversary of Alexander's death. It is not my best, because it is rushed, but I hope you enjoy it. I am worried about celebrating Alexander's birthday, because I have a wedding that I'm part of on the 20th, but I will figure something out. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this story!

I wondered my tomb, restless and despondent. Where was Alexander? How long had it been? Was Alexander still alive? Could he be? I knew nothing for sure, and that scared and frustrated me at the same time. All I really seemed to know was the urn where my ashes were kept on an alter, that Alexander's own ashes would be mixed with mine just like those of Achilles and Patroclus, and that I could not stray far from the urn, even stuck wondering in the tomb as I was.

I waited and waited. I waited for an eternity. But finally my hopes were answered as Alexander came floating into the tomb as Ptolemy came inside and mixed his ashes with mine before saying a prayer for us both and leaving us, shutting the tomb forever.

I could not be sad however; my Alexander was before me once more, as strong and healthy as when I met him all that time ago, however long it was.

He looked at me, confusion flickering over his beautiful face, "Phai?"

I could not hold back my joy, my smile giant as I looked him over, "Xander. I thought I would never see you again. I missed you."

He smiled at that, and drew me in close, kissing me before we parted again, "This was our plan. But it doesn't matter now. I am here, with you. Shall we explore?" He held his hand out for me to take, patient as ever.

I could only nod once before I was swept away by the ball of energy that was my Alexander. I had never been happier.