It had been rough with the damage being undone with deliberate care by the Chlorms, he had to go through pain just to feel it being undone, the healing was painful, just as the last half of a year was. Only a hell lot worse than the torture itself, it was all of it hitting him, overwhelming his senses, curling up in to a ball frightening Nana Lightyear. He were taking pain medication to deal with the harder waves, it had a bitter taste to it, the Chlorms insisted it were for the betterment of the patient in order for them not to become addicted, a weird stance, given that people had different tastes. The looks on the Chlorm's features were scowls and pointed glares, like he didn't get what they were telling him, seeing him as a inferior life form.

And he didn't honestly like it. Which is why, after the main course of it were seen through, he did the rest of his recovery at capital planet. When it rained, there was no aching. His figure relaxed watching the rain pour down the windows, his figure loosening, smiling, then turn toward the television watching 'Capital Planet's most dumbest criminals' that had over thirty-nine thousand worth of episodes and counting. There were a significant portion ( according to XR ) featuring Buzz Lightyear and Warp Darkmatter appearing over scores of episodes growing into middle age together catching the criminals. He hadn't seen all of their appearances and was still sorting his way through the first few thousands of episodes since his partner's death.

Warp saw his reflection, and all that he could see was his counterpart's determined gaze upon him. The mercenary wasn't there, he knew that, looking at windows or mirrors and seeing himself had been taken away unceremoniously. He could glare back at those yellow eyes right back, as he did drinking his mug of chocolate, he could counter that evil vibe that was hated with a far more somber. It was a personal battle to search for himself in that reflection. A result of his trauma, the Chlorm therapist insisted, in the reaches of the world that never grieved in unison for Buzz Lightyear. It would take a long time to reclaim that reflection according to the same person until it were found.

There was a knock from the door, he approached it, then pressed a button. The large door opened revealing a collection brown bags with groceries sticking out and a familiar wrinkled face with glinting glasses standing out.

"Nana!" Warp exclaimed.

"Hello, my boy." came her chipper voice.

"Come in, come in!" Warp stepped aside then his brows furrowed as she sped toward the dining room table. "Why are you carrying almost a couple dozen bags of groceries?"

"I checked your cabinets before Chloria released you," Nana replied then grimaced. "Lots of old stuff. Had to throw out a lot of food."

"So you are the one who broke into my house yesterday!"

"More like voluntary inspection and making the drones do the chores." Nana replied with a laugh. "Still a little filled over that big rib they had you eat last night?"

Warp opened the refridgerator and spotted it were bare then grimaced, slowly, his expression turning into a glare.

"I should report you for breaking in and entering."

"Help me fill the fridge,"

Warp took out a bag of lettuce.

"On the other hand," He handed her the bag. "that is a galactic embarrassment to call you in."

Warp reached into the bags, piece by piece, until coming to a dawning realization that there were more than one dozen bags on the dining table. He was holding a large rib in his arms, normally it would give humans a ice burn if they held the store frozen rib for too long, but to Ipsedans, it was just cold.

"Good Phoenix, you came in with a dozen bags!" Warp handed the old woman the rib who then lifted it into the freezer. "Where did the cold stuff come from?"

Nana shifted toward the Ipsedan, her glasses glinting, devious.

"I have helpers." Nana replied.

"Did XR help you break in?" Warp set his hands on his hips.

"They did not." Nana said.

"Did Booster break the door?" Warp asked, exasperated.

"He did not." Nana said, amused. "He did help in locating this house you bought."

"Did Mira enter and open the door for you?" Warp squinted back at her.

"They did not." Nana replied, warmly, quite fondly. "You cheated on your security system like everything." His jaw fell as his brows furrowed together, incredulously, as the matriarch of the Lightyear clan was speaking. "Made it perfectly easy to get in."

"Nana, that door was booby trapped!" the space ranger gestured toward the doorway.

From the wall was a small black and yellow bug version of the hornet listening into the discussion and three views of the discussion unfolding, Zurg was building a lego version of Alliance Plaza, his Woody Pride doll set on one of the buildings that were completed as a chair. The bug traveled out of general sight as the beings moved about the place.

"Someone had to have open it and put it back there!"

"It malfunctioned," Nana said, dismissively then looked toward the table. "Is that it, children?"

"Children?" Warp repeated, shifting in the direction that Nana faced.

"That's it." Quark's high pitch voice was the first of the children that Warp heard.

He froze staring at a four year old version of Buzz Lightyear surrounded by variations close to his age beaming grins, their bright white and green rain coats shining with water droplets against the artificial lights. Quark bore a nice thin scar above his brows, a fine slit, a notable feature, contrasting against the familiar blue eyes. He had his grin, messy blue hair, that familiar big chin, he recognized Buzz Lightyear anywhere. He stared at a ghost then it weren't a ghost at all. The other children were identical, same face; different eye color, different hair color.

Everything became dizzy as he stepped back in shock. Nana caught the older man with her hand reaching to his back, balancing him, once he came to a pause beside the refrigerator. He could see the young man that he first met at the academy that then transformed into the face of a man about to enter his forties. It was overwhelming with regret, shame, fright, and distress.

Nana quietly directed children to perform individual tasks, with a simple command, words that went along the lines of children licking a bowl after the desert was put into the oven. Nana handed him a empty brown bag, allowing him to breathe, to freak out, appalled, guided over to a chair. The children balanced the act of retrieving the equipment setting it on the counter. Warp regained his breath as his panic attack ceased, the ground stopped shaking beneath his feet, the dread faded away, as the children were busy playing a game of Find The Space Ranger in the roomy house.

"Nana."

"You see him, too."

"It's like they are his clones."

"What . . . if there is a chance that they are?"

"Then I call that a bunch of moonrocks because that's illegal doing that without prior consent."

"Problem is, it was done without any consent."

"Zurg did this. He did that hole rip between worlds, too." He waved his hand then scowled, cupping the side of his features, unhappy. "He's gonna do it. Again."

"He won't." Nana said, certain.

"This is a far different Zurg that the Gamma Quadrant knows." He gestured toward the children who were giggling, he bore a small smile, his features easing, then turned his attention toward Nana. "Never expected these kids."

She looked fondly toward the sound of the children, fondly, affectionately, lovingly.

". . . But, they are exactly what I needed." Warp looked toward Nana, then reached his hand out, placing his hand on her smaller hand. "Saying good-bye, properly, to my grandson." She patted on his hand then smiled back, and I didn't have to grieve for you. "One day at a time, watching pieces of him grow up."

"Are they like him?"

"They are very irresponsible children."

"They make accidents happen." Warp agreed, fondly, reflecting over his childhood full of unexpectedly breaking toys. "I remember when being their age, shook my pet Gazunig-thing and it. . . died."

"Isn't that a rabbit which looks like a wolf?"

"Looks a bit like a pizzly bear, actually. When they're small, it's incredibly easy to kill them. Life long loyal companions, assigned to every child born, you know, planned children, not the kind of children that unexpectedly pop up."

"How many Gazunig-thing's are on your world?"

"A lot. They're the mascot of Ipseadan."

"How do you pronounce it?"

"Gazunig-thing?"

"No, your world's name."

"I-eep-sea-dee-uh." Was the reply. "The N is silent." The Space Ranger smirked, proudly, at the older lightyear then waved his finger. "Now, my species name, is exactly how it's written." He looked over toward the equipment set on the counter tasked with peanut butter m&m and reese cups among other important ingredients. "I haven't made chocolate pie in ages."

Warp approached the counter as he proceeded to pick up the box then get out the necessary cooking equipment.

"CAKE?" The children cried.

The children appeared around him.

"Let us help!" Quark announced.

"We can help!" Oort said.

"I want to help!" Gamma added.

"Let us heeelp!" Chari chimed.

"Let. Us. Help." Hoichi demanded.

"Nana, help me. Nana." he looked aside. "NANA! NANA!"

Nana had left him alone with the children. Craters. Then he looked toward the chocolate then back toward the children, sighing. A thought crossed his mind, a grin replaced it, the seeds of the idea, he knew where to find her, how to find her, he was going to leave the children at her doorstep coated in chocolate and he knew how to do it. There was enough for two chocolate pies. Just enough for the first awful try with the children.

Unfortunately, they got his kitchen and his living room and dining room covered in chocolate.