"Excuse me, Commander Nebula?"

Nebula paused in the middle of signing paper then slowly shifted toward the older woman, she was still spry, one inch shorter than Mira, her appearance was a sharp contrast to her son, Ion, who had in all respects appeared blue instead of white due two parents sharing the exact two copies of a alien DNA from their alien backgrounds, each giving him a piece of them, that made him pure alien. The commander smiled, looking upon the old friend before him then got up, approached her, then hugged her.

"It's good to see you." Nebula said.

"You, too, Zeb." Nana said.

"What brings you to Star Command?" Nebula parted out of the hug.

"It's about Warp Darkmatter." Nana said. "Getting really concerned about him."

"That kid." Nebula grimaced.

"It's been almost seven months since we last talked." Nana reminded the older man.

"He's fine, just on shore leave." Nebula assured.

"For seven months?" Nana raised a brow.

"He takes really long personal time, Terra." Nebula reminded

"Warp does take a awfully long time. . ." Nana rubbed her chin.

"He's dealing with his grief, Nana Lightyear," The commander gestured toward the photograph of Buzz Lighyear among the graduates of his class. "who are we to intrude on that?"

The door to the office opened ending the tension.

"Nana Lightyear?"

"I am she."

"You have a delivery." the galactic mail man jabbed a gun into her shoulder then withdrew it as it beeped. "Sorry, ma'am, deliver to some bad guys, holograms, clones, and all."

"Have to go, cadets are having a fist fight at the academy." Nebula said, after listening to his comn. "I promise you," He set his hand on her shoulder. "he will be back."

Nebula departed the office leaving with the desk tagging after him. Nana quietly departed through the corridors of Star Command where her grandson had once ran through with his partner. She paused in her tracks, after opening the box, staring at the lid, it was coated in dark blue blood that stained the golden lid. She tossed the box it had been delivered in into the recycling box then made a mad dash to her hover car passing by several Space Rangers. They were simply a jungle that she had to run through made of legs, arms, moving figures, of chaos, and equipment, a tinge of the old days of the exploration squad when the Galactic Alliance was just a idea, of corridors filled with technicians and engineers.

The illusion ended when she got to the bay where her vehicle awaited. She sat down into the nearest chair, slid the box open, revealing the contents inside, intact, she spotted a engagement ring peeking out along the photographs with a post it note reading 'Give to Warp + 50th birthday + surprise him! WE are married! :)' she closed the box with a sob, recalling how excited her grandson had been regarding Warp popping the question, one month after knowing him, one month after moving into the academy, how she moved things into place underneath the shadow of night and the light of day, how nothing remotely changed but legally, his partner chose him and Buzz believed it were going to last.

There was the two boys, Buzz smiling, grinning, Warp drunk passed out over the cadets's shoulder fast asleep, the holographic photograph displaying their kiss, over and over, looking sober, when he were not.

Nana got up to her feet with the box approaching the car, a plan beginning to grow in her mind, defiantly.

She wasn't about to lose her late-grandson's husband forever.