"It is my honor to present to you, Son of alumni Craig M. Anderson, Senior Vice President, President of Art Honor Society, Council Member of the Warblers, Accepted To NYU, your valedictorian, Cooper L. Anderson." Dean Simmons says as claps burst through the room, Cooper walks across the stage shaking the Dean's hand and stepping up to the mic. He smiles, more cheers echo thought the auditorium, it quiets down just a bit Cooper takes the opportunity to speak, "Parents, Faculty, Gentlemen of 2003. Thank you for coming out. For the folks in the front you might notice my lips aren't in since with what I'm saying and that’s because given my little reputation I'm some what of a loose canon among the faculty; they have decided to put my speech on a time delay. So they can, you know cut anything out that your 'sensitive ears' shouldn’t hear but you know I wrote a pretty tame speech, so I don’t think it should be to much of a big deal. Let me start by saying that," Cooper began to lip his speech gaining laughter from the auditorium once again. He laughs at his joke, "Oh. I guess I can't say that," he reaches into his gown and retrieved a small note book, "That’s okay I wrote this on the way just in case. In 4 years, I have been a student, a friend, a nuisance," Logan smiles at the teachers, "but that’s not the only thing I have been, I've been a historian, a warbler, a artist. Being in a boarding school you loose time with your blood family, just to spend time with a new family or a brotherhood. These brothers of mine know some things I would never tell my own brother, and I know things that give blackmail a whole new meaning." An energetic groan comes from the warbler section.

"But I have to admit, there is nothing like a blood brother, Blaine is only eight and has a speech dedicated to him. I'm sure in 6 year he will attend Dalton and understand just what I mean by brotherhood. The fact that I can go to any one of my warblers right now and know that I can tell them anything and they will give me heart warming advice, or sarcastic comment telling me to go for it."

"The Warblers run on one word, Courage. To Quote Mark Twain, 'Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear- not the absences of fear.' The man no one knows what he did but recognize his name, Napoleon Bonaparte would say, 'Courage isn't having the strength to go on, it is going on when you don’t have strength.' and the man I wish I could be, Nelson Mandela would say that 'Courage is not the absences of fear it is inspiring others to move beyond it.'"

"Those men knew something we didn’t, that’s why we learn about them and they never learned about us. Those quotes are powerful that’s why I carved them into my headboard. But I have to disagree with all of them. To me, courage is being able to inspire someone no matter where you are in your own life. My teachers were going through things but they still encouraged me to persevere through my own trouble. My brothers told me what I needed to hear even when I didn’t want to hear it. I'm leaving in 4 hours to New York City, and I will be leaving my little brother. Sure he will have big shoes to feel, bigger then the pair I had to fill, father, but I want him to know, that I might be gone but I will always think about him, and send him courage even when I am no where to be found," Cooper speaks with a double meaning.

"Today, we graduate. Some of us are going to college, most of us are going to law school, because those are two completely different things. and that 2% who decided they wanted to attempt medical school, Godspeed. Look around the room, in 10 years we might find yourself back in Lima for a reunion, we may even keep in touch the whole time, because we are Ohio's finest bachelors. Dalton Academy, may the change to red piping live on. Dapper Continually." The warblers stand to clap causing the rest of the room to rise.

"Warblers," Cooper unzips his navy gown and appears in the brand new Dalton blazer, the rest of the warblers stand and follow his reign removing their gowns and stepping onto the stage, "I think we have time for one last song..."

The Warblers step into formation and begin to harmonize behind Cooper's full voice. "Tell everybody I'm on my way, new friends and new places to see. With blue skies ahead yes I'm on my way and there's no where else that id rather be." Cooper looked to Blaine who wears an ear to ear smile listening to his brother sing his favorite song from his favorite movie.

"So tell them all that I'm on my way. New friends and new places to see and to sleep under the stars who could ask for more with the moon keeping watch over me. Not the snow, not the rain can change my mind. The sun will come out wait and see and the feeling of the wind in your face can change your heart, no there's no where I would rather be. I'm on my way."

- - -

"Bye Coop, see you next year," Blaine tells his brother hugging his waist tight.

"Blaine, promise me you won't change, stay a good boy no matter what. Because there are a lot of bad guys around here and I just need you to be good. For me." Cooper runs his hand through Blaine curly hair.

"I will," Blaine promises, "I wont change anything, I wont even grow. I'll stay 8 forever."

Linda laughs, "Don’t make promises you can keep, both of you, have fun in new York Cooper," Linda wraps her arms around her step son's neck and gives him a kiss on the cheek leaving a red smug.

Cooper smiles, "I love you Linda, best step mom ever," finally Logan looks at his dad, he throws his hand out to give the old man a fair handshake. Craig returns it then pulls his son in for a hug.

"Don’t get caught up in the city, I have some cop buddies looking out for you, but have fun." Craig gave Cooper a stern look, Cooper nods then slides into his car. He rolls down the window and gives his family one last smile and winks at Blaine who is playing with his mothers hands.

"I'll call you when I get to Pittsburgh" Cooper calls speeding off. The open road gives Cooper insight to what he wants. He knows this is what he wants when he is in Pittsburgh and meets Matt Monroe at a diner 2 miles outside the town.

"Cooper Anderson?" Monroe asks looking at the lanky teen seeing that they were the only two in the diner.

"That’s me, are you Monroe?" Cooper stutters his hands shaking just the slightest bit.

Monroe shares a sinister smile then nods his head towards the back kitchen. Logan follows his heart pounding in his chest, he takes calm steady breaths then stepped outside to the sunset.

"Are you sure you want to do this kid, you still have plenty of life why end it now?" Monroe asks.

"I have some friends in New York and it would be best if what ever I get caught up in never has to reflect my family."

Monroe nods, "You got the money?"

Cooper reaches into his pocked and pulls out 4 rolls of cash. "4,000 just what you wanted, now I get my new identify, "

"Of course," The money is exchanged and Monroe reaches into his blazer pocket pulling out a manila folder, "I give you this you give me everything that has Cooper Logan Anderson on it. Cell phone included."

"Can I make one more call?" Cooper pulled his phone out and dialed his home phone, he takes several steps away from Monroe while the phone rings. His father picks up.

"Cooper, I was starting to get worried."

"Hey dad, there is still a lot of day light out, I can get at least another hour of driving done before the sun sets completely, I was going to stop in Altoona, rent a motel there."

"Alright, call me when you get there," Craig is ready to hang up.

"Wait, dad can I talk to Blaine,"

Craig set the phone down to search for his youngest son, Blaine walks into the kitchen and picks up the phone.

"Hi Coop," his voice is chipper then usual, it nearly brings Logan to tears.

"Hey buddy, I can't talk long, but I wanted to remind you about all that art work I left in my room, I want you to have it because in about 30 minutes they are going to be worth thousands."

"Can I hang them in my room?"

"Of course, in fact you can have my room. Don’t let mom turn it into her crafts room."

"Okay, hey Coop Spongebob is back on,"

"Oh god, I'm sorry, go watch your shows, but hey remember this name, Neal Caffrey, alright, he is going to sent you letters and you have to keep it a secret from mom and dad okay."

"Neal Caffrey, letters. Got it. Bye Cooper.

"Love you Blaine,"

"Love you too,"

Cooper takes a deep breath to compose him self before returning back to Monroe. "Lets do this." Cooper takes the envelope and hands Monroe his phone, wallet and keys.

"Nice doing business with you, the fire will be a blas� in a hour right outside Pittsburgh, here is a car to get you somewhere." Monroe throws the keys Cooper nearly drops them as he attempts to catch it.

Cooper opens the folder and takes a look at his new identity, Birth certificate, social security card, ID all under his artist name Neal Caffrey.