Author's Note: So, originally, the next story in this set was going to be called Betrayal and it was going to be about the Battle of Birchwood. However, as I was writing it, it went from a simple one-shot story to a two parts to three parts and eventually I decided to just make it its own thing. Look for the first part of that to drop in the next day or so. In the meantime, enjoy this drabble about Ed and Edna.

"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Walker. There's nothing more we can do for Ezra."

"Nothing?" Edna asked.

"We can keep him here at the hospital, or you can take him home and make his last days comfortable there."

Edna picked up her three-month-old baby and held him close as she tried not to cry. It wasn't fair. She and Ed had waited so long for a baby and now he was being ripped away from them. Ed wrapped her in a hug.

The next two weeks were a blur. Ed and Edna decided against taking Ezra home because they lived so far away. Doctors and nurses came in and out of the tiny hospital room. Edna was barely keeping it together, and Ed wasn't doing much better.

Ezra passed in the middle of the night. The ride home with the empty car seat was long and silent. When they were finally home, Edna broke down. Ed held her close as he also cried.

Their families did what they could to help, but none of them had lost a child before and could only offer empty sympathetic words. When they buried Ezra, Edna felt like they could've buried her too.

"How many pancakes do you want, dear?" Edna asked as she poured some oil into a pan.

"I guess four or five," Ed replied.

Edna nodded. It had been five years since Ezra died. She found that the best way to cope with the emptiness was to occupy herself and slowly she found herself feeling better. She still missed Ezra terribly, nothing would ever change that. Every day, she silently wondered what he would've been like. Would he have taken after Ed, or would he have been a mama's boy? How would he have liked his pancakes? What would've been his favorite color?

Her thoughts were interrupted when she thought she heard crying outside. She paused and listened. There was definitely someone crying outside.

"Ed? Do you hear that?"

"Yeah."

Edna put the pancakes on the back burner and ran to the front door. As soon as she opened it, she nearly stepped on a little boy that was wrapped in a blanket and holding a stuffed octopus. Edna guessed he was about a year old. The boy turned around to look at her and wiped his eyes.

"Oh my goodness!" Edna picked the boy up and he started screaming louder.

"Where did he come from?" Ed asked.

"I don't know. Shh, it's okay. You're okay." As Edna bounced the boy, she noticed a note sticking out of his pocket. She gave it to Ed to read. A key fell out when he unfolded the paper.

"'As long as he is with me, he is in danger. I cannot raise him knowing he could be harmed. Please watch after him. The key is to my house. Give it to him if he ever questions where he came from. If I can, I will return for him. His name is Jay,'" Ed read aloud.

"Jay. That's a nice name. Hi, Jay."

The boy quieted down momentarily at the sound of his name before he started to scream again.

"Maybe he's hungry?" Ed suggested.

"Maybe." Edna handed the screaming boy to Ed and quickly finished the pancakes. She put some on a plate for Jay and grabbed a fork. She sat Jay on her lap and managed to get him to eat a few bites of pancakes between screams. Jay hugged his stuffed octopus and sniffed.

"Poor baby," Edna said. She adjusted how Jay sat on her lap.

"What should we do with him?" Ed asked.

"We're going to raise him, that's what we're going to do."

"Edna…"

"I know he can't replace Ezra, Ed, but look at him. Someone is desperately trying to keep him safe."

"Edna… "

"And if he's still in danger with us, then that's a risk we're just going to have to take. I'm going to see if I can't get a doctor's appointment for him for today. And we're going to need diapers and clothes and some toys…"

"Edna…"

"Oh, we'll also need a crib."

"Edna…"

"I wonder if I should get some baby food. I mean, I guess he can eat solids, but I don't want to upset his stomach if he was still on baby food. I should probably go to the store and get some, just to be safe."

"Edna!"

"What?"

"It's Sunday. Nothing's open."

"Oh. You're right. Well, we'll just have to make do for today. Right, Jay?"

Jay sniffed and looked like he might cry again. Edna gave him another bite of pancakes.

Jay cried nonstop that first week before he transitioned to constantly sniffing and looking like he was about to cry. Nothing Ed or Edna did could cheer him up. Edna took him to the doctor, where he was given a clean bill of health. The doctor estimated him to be between twelve and thirteen months old. Edna also contacted the police to report a found child, but with no missing children matching his description, there was little the police could do.

Jay wasn't interested in anything, really. The doctor told them to give Jay time because he was essentially in mourning and he needed to get used to his new surroundings. Ed and Edna gave him some toys, but he would only play with them for a few minutes before he started to cry again, and he refused to engage with the couple.

One day, Ed brought home a new TV for the couple. Their old TV had died a few months ago, and Edna had been begging him to replace it ever since. It was small and black-and-white, but they didn't need a big TV. It took an hour, but he did get it set up. He placed the TV on a small table across from the bed.

"There we go, Jay." Ed placed the boy on the bed with him and turned a knob to turn the TV on.

"Did you get it working?" Edna called from the kitchen.

"Yes, dear."

"Good. I'm tired of listening to the radio for entertainment. What does Jay think?"

Ed looked at the boy, who was playing with a broken zipper and sniffing.

"He doesn't seem to be interested," Ed called. He grazed through the channels for a while before settling on an old Western. About half an hour later, Edna came in with a letter.

"Ed, look at this. Someone just sent us more information about Jay."

"Really?" Ed took the letter from his wife.

"Yes. It has his birthday, his blood type, allergies, someone out there really cares about him. They again pleaded with us to keep him safe."

"Allergic to bees, huh, Jay?"

Jay didn't look up from his zipper.

"He's still playing with that?" Edna asked.

"Yep. He really wants to make it work," Ed said.

"Jay, sweetie, don't play with the broken zipper. You have other toys." Edna reached over to take it from him, but he whined and held it away from her. Edna sighed and rubbed his shoulder.

"I don't suppose this letter came with a return address."

"No. The mailman made me pay for the postage for this letter. Whoever it is is being extra careful."

"Huh."

"Dada?" Jay said.

Ed and Edna looked over. Jay was staring at the TV. There was a commercial for headache medicine playing. Edna barely had time to reach over and grab Jay before he crawled off the edge of the bed. She set him on the floor and he immediately crawled over to the TV. He stood up, holding onto the table for support.

"Dada!" Jay hit the TV, making it rock.

"Jay! No!" Edna grabbed the TV before it could fall.

Jay stared at the TV. When the commercial ended, he cocked his head slightly.

"Dada? Dada?"

"Oh, sweetie," Edna started.

Jay started to cry. When Edna picked him up, he screamed and hit and kicked her.

"It's okay," Edna said softly.

"NOOOO! DAAAADAAAA!" Jay screamed. He tried to push her away.

Ed reached over and turned the TV off. Edna placed Jay in the middle of the bed. She grabbed his octopus out of the crib and gave it to him. He slumped over, clinging to his octopus, still screaming at the top of his lungs. Edna reached over to rub his back, but he scooted away from her. Ed and Edna could only watch as Jay slowly cried himself to sleep.

"You're okay, sweetie," Edna whispered as she picked up the sleeping boy.

Jay whimpered and opened his eyes.

"I know you thought you saw your daddy, but that was just an actor."

"Da…"

"Shh." Edna placed him in the crib and stroked his hair until he fell back asleep. As soon as he was out, she and Ed snuck into the kitchen.

"That kid," Ed said.

"I know." Edna grabbed a can of soup for dinner and started to cook it.

"What are we going to do? I can't turn off the commercials on the TV."

"I don't know, Ed. I wish he was old enough for us to talk to him about it. He's been through so much already. I wish we could help him understand the situation."

"Me too."

Edna placed two bowls of soup on the table and the pair ate in silence.

Over the next six months, the crying and sniffling slowly came to a stop. Ed and Edna were careful to keep Jay away from the television just in case that commercial aired again. Jay started to interact with Ed and Edna a little more each day. He took to toddling after Edna as she cleaned the trailer.

One day, after tripping over him for the fifth time that morning, Edna picked Jay up.

"You are just bound and determined to get into trouble," Edna said as she kissed Jay's forehead.

"Eh!" Jay squirmed to get down.

At that moment, Ed walked into the trailer, holding a manilla envelope.

"Oh, good. Can you please watch Jay? I can't get anything done. What's that?"

"The mailman just dropped it off." Ed opened the envelope and pulled out a certificate of adoption.

"Yay, you're officially a Walker. What do you think of that?" Edna bounced Jay.

"Mama," Jay said.

Edna gasped and smiled. She looked at Ed, who was also smiling.

"Good job, Jay. Who's that?" Edna pointed at Ed.

"Dada."

"Yeah. Go to Dada."

"Hey, son." Ed took Jay from Edna.

"Down," Jay said. He tried to wriggle out of Ed's arms. As soon as Ed set him down, Jay ran towards the door and tried to open it. Ed grabbed Jay and took him into the bedroom. He placed the boy on the bed and turned on the TV. Jay found Ed's keys and started to play with them.

"Jay, stop trying to eat my keys." Ed took the keys and gave Jay a wooden peg puzzle to play with.

Jay stuck his tongue out at Ed before becoming interested in the puzzle. As Ed settled in to watch TV, the headache medicine commercial came on. Ed jumped up to turn the TV off, but Jay didn't seem to notice. Ed just stood there, hand on the knob, but Jay didn't react once during the commercial.

"Huh," Ed said as he sat down on the bed.

Jay threw a puzzle piece across the room.

"Jay, no throwing."

Jay threw another piece.

"If you're going to throw stuff, we're going outside."

Jay stared at Ed as he threw a third piece across the room.

"That's it." Ed picked Jay up, turned the TV off, and headed outside. As soon as Ed put him down, Jay took off running towards the entrance of the junkyard. Ed chased after him, but Jay was fast. Ed only caught him because Jay stopped just outside the entrance.

"Gotcha." Ed grabbed Jay and picked him up.

Jay stared out into the vast, empty desert.

"There's not much out there. Ninjago City is a few hours away. We'll take you there someday. Let's get back home before Mommy gets worried."

"Home."