The treehouse was gone from around them, not that Finn really cares or notices. He was so relieved to see Jake that they could have been on the moon, or the bottom of the ocean or literally anywhere and he wouldn’t have cared. His whole chest felt like it was going to burst with happiness and relief.

It was finally over.

“Dead!? You’re not dead!” With no table to separate them, Finn grabs Jake, pulling him into hug. Squeezing him like he wanted to really know that he was there, and solid and real. “We came all the way to Mars to save your sorry butt, you better be alive!”

He laughs, spinning around and for a moment, forgets that there was anyone else.