As he left to get the luggage Skye suddenly stepped forward and handed Hank Cranston a double CD-Rom. The artist looked up at the man who had taken him into his house without a second thought and given him somewhere to belong again after a long time of being alone in the world. A man who could let go of his son though it meant he might lose him for himself. He was a man who could be trusted with the information on these discs.

"This is for you. There is an accompanying explanation, but when we get back, there is a good chance that we will need resources. These are password-encrypted records of some of Billy's inventions. I'll think you'll find them interesting. Thankyou for taking me in and giving me somewhere to call home." Skye said his voice thick with emotion. He would miss what he had come to call home again after so many years, even if it had been for a comparatively short time. They embraced. Billy returned with some backpacks and bags. "I've never been better," he replied, still advancing on her. Heather realized that she would soon be cornered if she didn't do something. Quickly, she tried to dodge past him, but he whirled with more speed than she had ever seen him show. Grabbing her wrist, he slammed her into the nearest wall, with just enough force to stun her.
          He's so strong! she thought hazily. There was more power in his grip than any fourteen year-old ought to possess. Grabbing her chin, he tilted her head so that she was looking into his eyes. Andros blinked again, his image of this Zhane shifting for the second time in as many minutes. "I doubt it," he managed, trying not to sound as amused as he felt. "We--we don't really do that."

Zhane chuckled at his expression. "My Andros sucks at public displays of affection too," he said, misunderstanding. "That's why you should try it. He'll thank you for it; I promise."

"No--" Andros wasn't even sure where to start. "You don't understand. Me and Zhane... we're not like that in this dimension. I mean, you're my best friend, but--I'm with Ashley."

Zhane stared at him. For several seconds, he didn't say a word, and his wide eyes made Andros wonder what he was thinking. Finally, Zhane echoed, "...Ashley? You and Ashley are--together?"

          "You're not going anywhere, Heather," he said soothingly. His voice was cold, and Heather thought she saw something black flickering in the depths of his blue eyes. Suddenly a wave of cold weariness hit her, so much so that she could barely keep on her feet. If it wasn't for Drew holding her up, she would have fallen. "That's it," he chuckled. "Why don't you take a nice long nap?"
          "What's going on here?" a new voice cut in. Drew and Heather both looked up to see Josh Baldwin standing on the steps, watching them with narrowed eyes. A horrible grin split Drew's face as he let Heather sink slowly to the floor.
          "Josh Baldwin," he drawled. "Just the man I wanted to see."

"Time to go I guess" the Wolf Ninjetti said reluctantly "Goodbye Dad, Goodbye Zordon, Alpha. "