Celebrate.

Pop. 

The silence is broken, the bottle now open. There's champaign flowing out of it, and dropping to the floor. But it does not matter, as everyone starts cheering.

Everything is going well, at last - at last your life is on the track. At last your problems are gone. At last, I can look at you in the eye and smile, with all my heart, because everything is finally well again. We can now be sure that we can face anything, as we already faced everything.