In the grand center of the Western Air Temple, on a stormy night, Aang rested on a stone bench and looked out onto the dark night ahead. He spun his glider in one hand, and used the other hand to Airbend a bag of leechy nuts up and down to amuse Momo. He sighed.

"Ugh, I'm so bored," he said, getting up, the sack of leechy nuts hitting the floor with a thud. Aang began to Air Scooter around the grand hall, Momo following him with his eyes.

A sudden bolt of lightning made Aang scream and fall off the Air Scooter. He groaned and walked toward his room, Momo on his head. He leaned on his staff and muttered under his breath:

"Grunt…lightning…Grunt…leechy nuts…Grunt."

Later, in his room, Aang laid down on the pile of straw he used as a bed, Appa grunting as he heard him. Aang closed his eyes and put his finger over his mouth saying shush.

He began to drift to sleep, reality fading away before him. All of a sudden, he saw his home temple: The Southern Air Temple. And before him was his master, Monk Gyatso, smiling. Aang looked down at his hands and noticed they were smaller than usual and also did not have his trademark arrows on them. He looked around and saw his fellow Air Nomads around him.

"Aang…"

"What-"He noticed he had a much higher voice.

"Aang?"

"Oh, sorry, Monk Gyatso."

Aang realized then that this was a memory; a memory from his childhood in the Southern Temple. He smiled and said to Monk Gyatso:

"So, uh, you were saying?"

"Well, Aang, I was just saying that in a few days, you will be heading to the Northern Air Temple to watch the Sky Bison Polo tournament," said Monk Gyatso. "So, be prepared that day when we head over for it. Now, let's continue with our pie making. I think Monk Naroo is taking a walk under us."

Aang smiled and said, "Okay, Monk Gyatso. That should be fun. He hasn't been pied in a couple of weeks."

The master and pupil both laughed and went back to their pie making.

When Aang awoke, he smiled and stretched. He grabbed a lock of hay and dipped it in some multi colored paint in a stone bucket. He walked over to a blank wall in a hallway and started painting. After an hour or so, Aang stepped back and looked at his painting: a group of his old airbending friends and masters. At the bottom he wrote a small message:

"They're always there: In your memories, and in your heart."