"Are you ready?"

The question she had been asked before asked of her again. This time she knew the answer. She felt her grandparents encircle their arms around her as she nodded. Boris smiled and made a sweeping motion with his arm in the direction of the front door and her future. Her grandparents reluctantly released her and she stepped forwards. Before she started on her journey she swung round and wrapped her arms around her grandfather's neck. He held her tightly, still unwilling to let her go. He ran his fingers through her hair before pressing his hands on her shoulders and pushing her back gently.

"It's not too late to change your mind. Stay with us." Nine almost pleaded.

Robyn smiled sadly as she shook her head, "I can't. I have to go back."

Yuliya brushed Robyn's cheek with the back of her hand before placing her lips upon it and forcing a smile. She held onto Nine's arm as their granddaughter walked away from them. Before he followed her, Boris approached Nine and shook his hand.

"I'll look after her." Boris vowed solemnly.

All too soon they were left alone.

Outside in the cool air she looked around her for the method of transport that would take her home but nothing was visible. Boris smiled at her confusion and raised his hand, his index finger extended. Tilting her head back as her eyes followed his finger she caught sight of the magnificent spectacle floating above her. Its body was of silver and blue, metal and glass combined beneath a blimp section that kept it effortlessly suspended in the air. Emblazoned on its side was a huge number ten against the back drop of her family emblem.

It was Sportacus' new airship.

As if sensing the intentions of the people below to ascend to it, the airship dropped its ladder. Robyn grasped hold of the rungs hanging before her and began to climb as she had done so many times in the past before the old airship had been destroyed. Nearing the top of the ladder she noticed the platform descend and she effortlessly transferred herself from the ladder onto it. Turning her attention downwards she watched Boris climb the ladder swiftly. When he too reached the platform it rose up and transported them the rest of the way into the airship.

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked around her. Despite the changes that had been made to both the exterior of the airship and the interior she felt a tide of memories wash over her. Every surface was shiny and new, each light ensconced in the walls and ceiling shone brightly against the minimalistic back drop of concealed compartments. What had been her home for fourteen years and suffered a terrible fate was now returned risen from the ashes.

Boris detected Robyn's hesitance to leave the circle in the floor that had been the platform, he turned to her and watched the emotions dancing across her face. Taking her hand he led her over to a portion of the wall that at the push of a button folded down into a seat. He pushed on her shoulders, signaling for her to sit down.

"Are you ok?" He asked sitting beside her.

Robyn looked first at the seat and then at Boris, "I guess so. It just feels so weird. I never thought I'd be back in one of these again. It's brought back a lot of memories that I'd almost forgotten about."

"It must be hard. Especially considering you lived in the last airship with your…." Boris trailed off, unsure of what word to use next.

"My Uncle, he is and always has been Uncle Sportacus. We spent so many years living together in the old airship, he raised me there. When I think back there were never any unhappy memories, not really unhappy ones. Every bad memory I have feels like it happened down on the ground. Nothing could touch me up here."

As he looked around him, Boris could understand what Robyn meant. High above the ground it felt as though he were impervious to anything below, floating in the air immune from the problems from the world beneath the rippling clouds. It held a certain appeal but his feet belonged firmly planted on whatever soil he was assigned to. That was how he had always viewed it when he had chosen the path of joining with the Network over becoming a hero.

Robyn broke from her thoughts when she felt a burgeoning flicker of a thought from Boris that she couldn't ignore. He had something to tell her.

"What is it?" He reacted to her question but she knew he'd been expecting her to ask.

He took both her hands in his as he replied, "I shouldn't be telling you this but I think you should know. A team known as the Red Tide is coming to take Morgan away from Lazytown. They're a special task force devised from the Red Team charged with the sole objective of hunting down and eliminating Lily. They're authorized to use deadly force and they're going to interrogate Morgan as I was interrogated before they make him face trial for his crimes. They notified Langford that they would be coming in five days but I discovered otherwise. They're going to Lazytown tomorrow, two days before they're expected to come. They want to catch him off guard so he can't escape them."

A frown creased Robyn's forehead as she absorbed what Boris had said. She'd known nothing of this and felt fear begin to claw at her stomach, fear for her brother, her savior from the twisted hands of the evil machinations of her demented mother. Her eyes communicated her desire as her mind reeled.

He picked up on the silent plea her eyes made to him and he stood. Walking over to the piloting console he pressed a panel on the floor with his foot and the air brake for the airship rose from a slot in the floor. He released it before climbing into the piloting section and began to pedal.

They were heading back to Lazytown.