"I still do not fully understand-" Clank began, sitting in the passenger seat next to Rivet. A rift appeared not far from the outside of his window, causing Rivet to clutch a bit tighter onto the ship's steering controls. "Where exactly are we going?"

"To meet a friend. He's a scientist, and studies these types of things." Rivet looked at Clank for a moment before looking back out the front window. "I think he can help us."

Clank thought for a moment, wondering why Rivet was so eager to help him now. At first, she didn't even seem to care. As he was thinking, he caught a glimpse of Rivet eyeing him for a moment before looking away.

"Hey, Bolts?" Rivet started. "There's something I should probably tell you…"

Clank looked up, distracted from his thoughts. Rivet continued. "When I was, well- going through your-" She paused for a moment, trying to think of the words. "Mind- diary, thing-" She waved one hand as she tried to explain, while the other remained on the ship's controls. "I saw someone." She stated, face serious. "Someone I know."

Clank narrowed his optics at her, clearly wondering. "Who?"

Rivet bit her lip. "That lombax, Ratchet." She looked at Clank as he looked back at her.

"How do you know Ratchet?" The robot asked, looking closely at her.

Rivet stayed silent for a moment, thinking if she should answer or not. The silence only lasted a few seconds, but it felt much longer. The Lombax took a deep breath, trying to focus on how she could say this.

"When I was little," She began, choosing her words carefully. "he was always there for me…"

Clank was clearly intrigued, "When you were little? But, how did he meet you?"

Rivet didn't move, but her eyes looked over at Clank for a split second. "He always knew me."

Clank tilted his head, a bit confused by her response. "What do you mean?"

"From before I was even born he knew me." Rivet explained. Clank narrowed his optics, wondering what she meant. The young Lombax focused on the stars outside of their ship, old memories were flooding back in her mind. Memories that she would never have wanted to remember, because it hurt so much. It hurt wanting someone back so badly. "He cared so much about me…" She chuckled quietly and slowly, trying to prevent her tears from becoming visible to the robot. "Always worrying." She chuckled some more.

Clank stayed silent, trying to solve the pieces of the mental puzzle. With Rivet being a lombax, being 23 years into the future, Ratchet apparently knowing her before she was even born- him, worrying?

"Rivet?" Clank asked, wondering if his theory could be correct, or far fetched and impossible. He took a moment to look at her before the mind-eating question escaped. "Rivet…" Clank uttered in a less audible tone. "Could Ratchet perhaps- be your father?"

The wet tear drop stains on Rivet's cheeks was the only answer he needed, and Clank froze, optics wide at the realization.

Ratchet had a daughter!? Or better said- will have a daughter?

Being so close to Sasha again felt so comforting, yet unreal. Ratchet felt like he could never let go. Just the feeling of her soft fur and her sweet scent made him truly believe that everything was going to be okay. That they would in fact, find Clank. That she would always be there for him along the way. He couldn't control himself as a smile took over, his mind flooding with the memories of being with Sasha all those years ago; that silly little crush he had on her. How she surprised to him with a kiss after returning back to the Phoenix that one time, when they sat buy each other at the movies, the dreaded worry in Sasha's voice when he was taken to Dreadzone-

Sasha broke away from the hug, breaking Ratchet out of his thoughts. "Well," She said, changing the subject. "Better finish up your food, can't be hungry with all the work ahead of us."

Ratchet pulled his arms back, his ears lowering just a bit. He couldn't stay stuck in the past, he had to realize Sasha was no longer interested in him, and that she was only here to help him. He had to focus on saving Clank, nothing else. "Right" He nodded, tossing his old feelings to the side.

Sasha smiled and nodded at him as she picked up the remains of her food. "Meet me at the cockpit," She started walking away. "we're coming up with a plan."

Ratchet watched as she left, her tail swaying side to side ever so gently as the door swayed behind her. Ratchet sighed, resting his head on this palm, elbow on the table. To realize after all these years, if he wanted to admit it or not, he hasn't lost his feelings.

Ratchet walked into the cockpit, seeing Sasha up at the controls. He walked up to her, boots banging on the floor as he stopped to stand right next to her. He looked up at the screen she was typing on, taking note of just how much the Cazar had been researching with the countless amount of tabs. His eyes started to drift down onto the top of Sasha's head, her ear twitching every few seconds. "Mind not standing so close?" Ratchet realized how close he was to her, letting out a slightly embarrassed chuckle as he took a step back.

"Oop- heh, sorry Sash." The lombax smiled sheepishly, realizing he had given her that old nickname once again. Sasha seemed to have noticed, as she let out what sounded like a soft chuckle as well. "You know, Ratchet," She clicked a few more things on her screen before looking up at him for the split second she said this. "You haven't changed."

The smile slowly faded from Ratchet's mouth, as he wondered if this could be good or bad. The old Sasha got irritated at Ratchet during certain times, so that would lead him to believe it was not so good. Did she not think that he has matured?

But a smile shown on the cazar's face, giving Ratchet the hope that he may just be overthinking. She shook her head before turning back. Ratchet was about to ask her what she meant before she spoke, "we're gonna have to find a way to contact Clank, and make sure he's okay. I'm assuming by now your communicator is of no use."

Ratchet shook his head, his communicator was well destroyed by now.

"I think we're going to have to make a trip to Al's to see if he can help." Sasha thought out loud, tapping a pen to her chin.

"Big Al?" Ratchet thought for a moment, "I haven't talked to him since, since…" How many years had it been? The lombax stood in silence as he tried to figure it out.

"I'll take that as a very, very long time." Sasha shook her head. "You seemed to have left all of us, where have you even been all these years.

Ratchet bit his lip, that would indeed take a lot of explaining. Explanations that he wasn't even sure she would believe. "Those are all, very long stories." Ratchet shortened his thoughts.

"Well, you're going to have to tell me eventually. You can't just disappear for nearly 20 years without an incredibly good reason." The cazar crossed her arms. "I was sure you were dead."

The mechanic's ears lowered as far as they could at her last statement, not knowing how to respond. "Sasha…" He breathed.

"Nevermind that." The cazar stated, before grabbed the Lombax's hand and holding it up. She clutched it in hers, holding both their hands in front of their eyes. Ratchet could feel a blush working its way through his fur. "Now, let's go find Al so we can talk to Clank." She smiled, determined.

Ratchet looked at Sasha for a moment before returning the smile.

"Let's go."