Over the course of a year, Diana has finally managed to accept that Dinah has found somebody to love. Within that year; Dana has found a mate of his own; but, she isn't a threehorn; instead, she is another spiketail; her name is Lacey. She is magenta colored with lime green eyes. They have two hatchlings of their own. Both boys inherited their mother's body and father's head; but the one twin has his father's coloring and his mother's eyes; while the other twin has his mother's coloring and his father's eyes. Their sons are named Blaze and Jett; the twins reminded Dana of himself and Dinah when they were hatchlings. He smiled down at his sons as they rolled around on the ground. Just then, Dana saw his great-great-great grandfather Tyrus walk up with great difficulty. He was being assisted by his daughter.
"You're doing great, Dad; just a little bit further," Sally encouraged him.
"Lets just hope you won't have a hard time walking when you get to be my age," Tyrus grumbled.
Moments later, Topsy showed up and got a look at his great-grandsons; then, he turned to his grandma and great-grandpa.
"Do me a favor, Topsy; don't let yourself get out of shape like me," Tyrus warned him.
Sally giggled.
"Oh, Dad; you're over one hundred and thirty years old," Sally told him.
Just then, Grandpa Longneck showed up and began to speak.
"It's no wonder you haven't died yet," Grandpa remarked.
That comment earned him a slap in the side from Topsy's tail.
"Take that back; he's not old; just out of shape," Topsy snarled.
Tyrus let out a weak chuckle.
"Don't worry about it; sometimes I wake up feeling like I'm nearly two hundred years old even though I'm only one hundred and thirty four," Tyrus explained.
Topsy thought about what he'll be like once he reaches Tyrus' age in just sixty years.
"If you have trouble walking at your age now; imagine what it would be like when you're actually two hundred years old," Topsy replied.
Tyrus nodded.
"At this rate; I'm not sure if I'll make it to two hundred; we'll see," Tyrus claimed.
Topsy nodded.
He didn't want to think of another loved one dying right now; especially since the anniversary of his brother's death is coming up the next day; since he, Celine and Rita had their seventy fourth Star Day celebration the previous day.
"Tomorrow is going to be tough for me; it'll be exactly sixty eight years since I lost my identical twin brother," Topsy muttered.
After a moment, he walked away from the group. He wanted to be alone for now. Just then, Nigel walked up to the group. He saw how miserable his brother-in-law was; but, he knew he wanted to be alone.
"Poor guy; at least the tagedy didn't happen on his sixth Star Day; imagine how much harder that would have been," Nigel responded.
The others nodded.
Meanwhile, Topsy was looking at himself in a pool of water by his nest. After a moment, he could have sworn he saw his reflection talking to him. However, it was his deceased brother Trike talking. Topsy often wondered what Trike would sound like as a grown up. His voice reminded him of Nigel's voice; a voice that didn't sound scratchy; but, a voice that wasn't too high pitched.
"Long time no see, brother; I've been watching you all these years since my death; you may have gone against Dad; but, you realized that threehorns aren't as perfect as he made them out to be and you're friends with all different kinds of dinosaurs," Trike said.
Topsy nodded.
"The family is also in-lawed with longnecks; and my grandson Dana has a spiketail mate; they have twin sons; my son Rory has a longneck mate; they have three kids; and my younger daughter Cera also has a longneck mate; they have six kids," Topsy explained.
"Wow; that's sure one well blended family you have; listen; I really have to go now; but, I'll visit again some other time; only next time; I will show up as a ghost," Trike stated.
Topsy smiled as the spirit of his brother went back to the Great Beyond. He had tears leaking out of his eyes; his best friends showed up behind him without him knowing they were there. Moments later, he turned around and looked up at the elderly couple.
"Are you okay, dear? You look like you've been crying," Grandma pointed out.
Topsy nodded.
"We were worried about you; so is your mother; so that's why she sent us to look for you," Grandpa added.
Topsy nodded.
"I feel like such a baby; a grown threehorn crying over an incident that happened a long time ago," Topsy grumbled.
"It's all right to mourn over the loss of a loved one; if I was you and my identical twin brother's death anniversary was coming up, I'd be very upset as well," Grandpa tried to assure him.
After a moment, more tears began streaming down Topsy's face as he lowered himself to the ground and buried his face in his forearms. Grandpa felt bad about saying all those things to Topsy; but, Grandma assured him that it wasn't his fault. She knew that Topsy was already on the verge of tears. Moments later, Topsy managed to stop crying and looked up at his best friends while drying his tears.
"I'm okay; sorry for breaking down like that," Topsy admitted.
"Remember what I told you on the day that Tria died; it's better to let your emotions out when you need to; emotions aren't a sign of weakness; sometimes we all need to have a good cry," Grandpa explained.
Topsy nodded.
"Thanks for trying to cheer me up," Topsy commented.
"Anything for an old friend," Grandpa claimed.
Topsy chuckled.
"Who're you calling old? You're older than I am," Topsy retorted.
Grandpa started chuckling himself.
"You know what I mean," Grandpa said.
"Yeah; don't worry about it; I was just teasing you," Topsy told him.
Just then, Topsy was feeling more cheered up.
He and the elderly longnecks made their way back to the Thundering Falls.
A/N: An appearance from Topsy's long-lost deceased brother has been mentioned.