When Aang and Korra arrived back at the place, Korra instantly spotted them and walked up to them.

"Hello, my name's Korra," Korra said boldly. "I don't know if we've met before but you look really familiar."

The couple, however, didn't respond. They didn't even look up to notice Korra.

"Uhh, excuse me? Hello?" Korra began to get frustrated.

"Part of being in the spirit world is knowing you can't talk to them," Aang said softly. "What you're seeing is a snapshot of real life. To talk to them would somehow alter the events of the past which is something not even the avatar can do. Trust me, it would've made my life a lot easier if that was the case."

Korra whirled around and looked at Aang with a pained expression. "Well then, is there any way I can talk to them?" she said desperately.

"Well I suppose there is one way," Aang said thoughtfully. "You can meet them. But not here. We'll have to go to another part of the spirit world."

That was a good enough answer for Korra and a broad smile returned to her face. But just as she was about to get back on Appa something out of the corner caught her eye and she paused for a moment.

"Is everything alright?" Aang called down from where he was perched on Appa.

"Yeah just hold on a second," Korra called back.

At that moment the world began to slow down. She watched a little boy rushing down the front steps of their home as fast as his legs would allow him. The father knelt down as the mother came out and stood at the entrance to the house. The father scooped up the little boy and hugged him tightly, even tossing him gently in the air and catching him which created a huge smile across the little boy's face. At that moment another boy, who appeared to be slightly older, walked out past and stood next to the mother. As the father set down the little boy he once again knelt and held out his arms.

"Come on, you too. Come here and give your old man a hug," he said warmly with a big smile across his face.

The older boy smiled and took off running straight into the father's arms, embracing him immediately. Back at the door, the mother smiled warmly.

"Come in already. Dinner's about to get cold," the mother said playfully.

"Well wouldn't that be a shame. Guess play time's over," the father teased with a devious smile as he stood up and began walking towards the door. But as he began to walk in, the two boys lingered outside. Just before he disappeared into the house the father turned around.

"It's time for dinner. Come inside the house," he said. "Oh and Mako, please make sure you and your brother wash up before coming to the table."

Korra's breath instantly drew out of her.

Mako.