Von Moltke was eager to get back. But there was some minor trouble brewing. Dinobot walked around contemplating his next move. He had no world of his own to go back to. He was a figure of the past with no present. As was Wheeljack. He also knew he was being watched, but he couldn't figure who or why. While the others conversed, or paced or did what ever else they were doing, Churchill, T.K., MagnaAngemon, and Wheeljack were determining which portal was whose. One was a sailing ship before ironclads and steamships became popular. Another led to Kami's Lookout. A third to war torn Korea. A fourth was the real world in 2001. And so on, and so on. Their research complete, the quartet returned to gather everyone to their own world. Hawkeye left first, waving as he returned to the 4077. The gate closed behind him. Hornblower left for his command next. A British naval salute was the last they saw of the Commodore. Tenchi walked over and made sure he shook everyone's hand. With a smile on his face he went back to the Musaki shrine where sounds of a catfight could already be heard. Sage's Ronin armor faded away. Before the gate to his world, he nodded and disappeared. Winston went back to the firehouse and the life he knew so well. Spiderman slung his web into the gate and waved as he swung out of their lives. Charmander waddled into his gate. He went back to being a pokemon. Salamander and Seahorse saluted as they left for their continual struggle. Perhaps Quatre and Trowa had rubbed off on them somehow.
Quatre and Trowa were trying to figure out some stuff on their own. They knew the conflict on their Earth had ended, or else Quatre would not have recognized Heavyarms Custom. So how did their original Gundams get here? They would have to leave the Neo-Gundams here. Quatre looked up at dear old Sandrock. He could not believe he was saying good-bye again. He wiped a tear from his eye and turned away. His sisters were waiting for him, and the former Maganac Corps. Trowa too, knew that he was needed back home. The two walked toward the rest of group where more tearful farewells between partners were going. Matt and Gabumon, T.K. and Patamon, were sharing a last moment together, for now. It had been decided that the digimon would go back to the digiworld and the brothers would go back to the "real" world. Meanwhile Dinobot still had to make considerations. Where he had come from, he was no longer in existence. But, in another world perhaps, he might still live. He looked at the Autobot engineer. He too, might survive in another realm. Dinobot struggled with the idea. There was only one world where he would feel somewhat at ease. He would go with the general if the general would have him, he and Wheeljack. There they could continue their stunted lives. He decided to ask about it. When he turned to find Churchill, he found the general consoling someone who could not go back with him and was not real happy about it.
Piccolo walked up to the two digimon and their partners. Matt got up to greet him. T.K. and Patamon were having a hard time saying good-bye. Piccolo looked at Matt and said in his usual calm deep voice, "You did good kid. You and Gohan are so like each other in some ways, but your differences are complimentary to your persons. Don't let T.K. get into trouble if you can." Matt just nodded. He knew little of Gohan, but he hoped one day he would meet him. Piccolo turned to Gabumon, "And you, take care. You are a credit to your species." Gabumon raised a paw to shake Piccolo's hand. Piccolo took it and nodded. Matt and Gabumon went their separate ways after one more hug. The move encouraged T.K. and Patamon to recover. T.K. looked up at the Super-Namek, a person he would not quite forget. "Piccolo, someday could you train Patamon and me like you did Gohan?" Piccolo gave a little smile. He merely nodded and that was enough to get T.K. and Patamon race into their respective worlds. Piccolo watched the doors close. He knew he would forget none of them. He still remembered his surprise when Angemon had hit the Taurus column and pretty much shattered it. He had to speak to the general one last time.
Churchill had other difficulties. His first problem was Lita. He had given his heart to her, and now she was going to have to leave him. He knew that despite whatever she had intended to do she would leave. The chances of him ever seeing her again seemed slim at best. His experience with her had been enlightening. He was JWC, the secret weapon, and heir to the Rock of Chickamauga, Old Pap Thomas. In that moment he remembered where he was and who was crying softly in his arms. Her last attempt to be brave had failed. "Is there no other way?" she whispered, the tears in her eyes only reflected by the sound of her voice. "No, you and I both know there isn't. But something got us both here, something could easily bring us together again." Lita smiled briefly, her head resting on his shoulder. She started to pull herself away, but when her head was once again level with his, their eyes met and they both seemed attracted to one final kiss. It was long. It was never enough but in that same sense it was always too much. Billy and Robert kinda stared. David smiled as though he had previous experience. Piccolo and Dinobot diverted their gazes. The rest of the crew remaining sort of cheered. They were ignored. When it was over, no good-byes passed between the two. Lita just kinda made her way walking backwards to her world. Ami followed her hurrying away from Dinobot. And then she was gone. JWC held his head down for a minute when David came over and put an arm around him. "You'll see her again. You haven't lost her yet."
Piccolo now turned to the general. "You pulled it off. Now, I must go. Take care on your world." The Namek left for the lookout. Michelangelo left also with a wave for the sewers. There were just a couple of groups left. Dinobot and Wheeljack were there as were all the people from JWC's own time and place. Dinobot had to act quickly. "General!" "Dinobot, can you call me JWC?" "How do you get JWC out of Leon Churchill?" asked the confused raptor. "Never mind, what's on your mind?" continued the general. "According to facts, if I go back to my own time, I will simply disappear," spoke the raptor. "Yes, as will Wheeljack. What are you suggesting?" queried JWC anxiously. "Could we come with you?" "To my world? You would kind of stick out. I could hide Wheeljack pretty easily, but you? I don't know." Dinobot looked at the general with a neutral stare. "All right, we'll do it, but you've got to be careful." Dinobot nodded in relief. Finally the last line of heroes went into the final gate home. Dumars, the last to leave, looked around one last time. The sun was setting behind the Gundams. It was quite a sight. Then Dumars went through the gate and it closed behind them. A world of bombardment had been shut off, perhaps for forever.
Deep in space in the middle of a galaxy, the Vok observed the end of their experiment. One turned to the other, "It is done."
"Yes, all went as I predicted, but what now?"
"Now? You mean with the two transformers going to a world that is not theirs?"
"It is a threat to be sure. Perhaps we should act on it."
"Not now, with this test complete, I doubt they will continue to follow the anthropoid's lead."
"Very well, then. Some other time."
