Rachel and Naomi led Monk back into the service module of the craft and opened up a closet which contained a large white space suit. It was just like the ones seen on the news and would protect Adrian from both the harsh radioactivity of the Sun as well as provide oxygen and the pressurized environment that he needed to survive. On the back of the suit there were small mini rockets that would provide enough thrust to propel an astronaut back to safety if he or she ever got into trouble. The moon wasn't entirely without a gravitational pull so he wouldn't need to use those at all, but they explained to him what they were in case he needed them.

He felt like the Stay Puft Marshmallow man in the monstrosity of a suit which, without a helmet on, made his head look like a raisin in comparison to its girth. They did not attach the helmet at first because Grayson would take some time before they exited the craft to plot out each person's job. The ground team would then descend from out of the craft via a special portal which helped maintain pressure onboard the vessel for those who were staying aboard. Gone were the days where the crew was split up into various modules and only a few actually landed on the moon. The entire spaceship, minus the rocket boosters which it shed along the way, was sitting on the surface which made undocking the galactic monitor and its thermal regulators from the payload dock easy.

Grayson explained how they would go through the back of the Zenith into the Skylab and take the Airlock into the payload dock. They each carried on their persons a belt of tools that would release the monitor from its holders and help them navigate it into place. The thermal regulators were there simply to provide some insulation for their equipment due to the harsh conditions on surface. Temperatures could swing very wildly, and the regulators would help things to stay closer to a constant which would help the life of the monitor.

Grayson also gave Monk some basic instructions for how one actually walks on the moon. Due to gravity, it would feel different. He demonstrated inside the vessel a sort of bunny hop that astronauts since Neil Armstrong had been using to make their way around.

With all instructions out of the way, the team made their way to the skylab, donned their helmets and activated their suits, opened the airlock and slipped into the unpressurized payload dock where their precious cargo sat attached to the walls.

Natalie, Sharona and Julie stopped by the police station after they finished shopping. Little Ophelia had been a perfect angel on the trip but was now getting tired and hungry and needed attending. They entered the station and immediately noticed that the news was still covering the Lunar mission. They had a top astronaut, Hal Nordstrom, on with the usual commentators and he was giving them a play by play of what was to come. Just the thought of what was happening was painful for each of them so they pushed through the squad room and made their way to the captain's office.

Entering the room, the ladies each noted the familiar scene. Leland was at his desk and Randy sat across from him as they talked. Sharona clearned her throat and immediately, Randy forgot all about the conversation and rushed over to his wife and daugther, giving them both a kiss.

Natalie figured she would finish giving her statement so that Stottlemeyer could pass the information on to the Feds and at least that part would be behind her. Realizing what she was there for, Randy decided to give them some space so that she could speak in peace. He went out into the main station while Sharona went to the restroom to change the baby. He'd always been a space buff, so after a few short words with Briggs, he discretely went over and stood by a couple of other officers who were watching the coverage.

"How are you doing, my friend?" Stottlemeyer asked Natalie, who walked over and took a seat.

"Missing Adrian." she responded quietly with a long pause.

"Me too." he nodded with understanding.

"It's been good to see Sharona and Randy."

"Yeah That it has been. Wish it were under better circumstances, but, hey...it's good to have them back. You want to talk about a match I never would have predicted..."

"Would you have predicted me with Mr. Monk?" she asked.

Leland thought for a second. "Maybe. In a lot of ways you were like Trudy was to him. Nurturing, and yet realizing he's a man, not a child. Sharona was good for forcing him to do things he didn't necessarily want to or wouldn't have done. Kinda like a bossy big sister with his welfare in mind. You could do some of the same, but your approach to him was completely different. You seemed to 'get' him, which I think made him feel both nervous and comforted. So, would I have imagined you and Monk together? Maybe, maybe not. At least not in the beginning. Do I think you would have been good together? Absolutely. You were very good together. And, in the end...I know he loved you. You two had something...really special."

Natalie stared into space imagining what her life might have been life had they gotten together. Still, she didn't feel him dead. Maybe his spirit was right there with her like Trudy had been with him. He knew she would have a horrible time with this. Maybe he was next to her now. She closed her eyes to imagine him there.

"CAPTAIN!" Randy Disher yelled loud enough that they could hear it from inside the room. "COME HERE! QUICK!"

Leland jumped up from his chair and ran into the room and Natalie followed.

"What? What is it? Do you have something?" Leland asked.

"Shshshhhhhh... Watch this...listen to this..." Randy said as he grabbed the remote and turned it up.

Leland noted it was the lunar landing and immediately became concerned about its effect on Natalie, so he reached for the remote. "Randy!"

"Shhhh...Just...just be quiet a minute and watch." Randy replied, swatting him away.

On the screen, the TV announcer and Nordstrom sat looking at a live monitor of the moon's surface.

"This is certainly unusual. Two of our astronauts appear to be arguing." said the announcer.

"They sure do. It looks like one of them doesn't like the placement of the regulators and is trying to move them around. It appears he wants them in a straight line"

Turning to Hal, the announcer asked, "What is the significance of placement for the thermal regulators, Hal?"

Hal paused for a moment, trying to come up with an answer. "Uh, well...there isn't any, Mike. I mean, normally, we will place them in more or less a random manner and they work well enough like that."

Stottlemeyer folded his arms, squinted his eyes and began playing with his moustache as the rest of the group sat with eyes wide open. Looking over towards Disher, he wondered what he had seen.

On their screen, a third astronaut, whom they identified as Commander Grayson, came over to the first astronaut and poked him in the chest telling him to step back. As he moved out of the way, Grayson instructed the other astronaut to prepare the module and turn it on. The first man folded his arms and watched. Once the module was up and going, Grayson turned to the first astronaut and motioned for him to come back aboard. The man stood there for a second and then slowly walked around the side of the Galactic monitor for a moment with his heavily gloved hands held like a picture frame that he was looking through.

Sharona broke the silence in the squad room. "Nahhhhhh...it can't be..." Everyone else's mouths opened slightly as they all crowded around the set.

The man looked at Grayson, then looked at the module, looked back at Grayson and then began shaking his head yes.

"What's he doing now?" the announcer asked.

The former astronaut again paused, in confusion. "I have no earthly idea." Hal responded.

Grayson hopped over to the first astronaut and grabbed him forcefully by the arm. They hopped two or three paces and struggled as Grayson pulled him towards the craft. Suddenly, the first astronaut broke away and hopped over to the American flag that they planted immediately upon landing. Reaching out his arm, he raised one arm and then the other before deciding to go with the first and he touched the tip of the flagpole with one gloved finger before hopping back over to the craft and going inside.

At the police station everyone's eyes was as big as saucers.

"It's him!" Natalie gasped, her eyes brimming and overflowing with tears and a broad smile upon her face. "It's him! It's Adrian!"

Leland stared at the screen with amazement. "Adrian Monk, you amazing son of a gun! How in the world?"

"Don't think his help came from this world." a nearby sergeant noted, upon which the entire room erupted into cheers and tears similar to those of a faithful hometown crowd watching their team win the Super Bowl. Screaming at each other in excitement they whooped and hollered and the longtime friends jumped up and down screaming and laughing "he's alive! he's alive!"

Randy grabbed Sharona and gave her a kiss and then turned around and gave the Captain a kiss too. The Captain leaned back a bit but laughed it off. Stottlemeyer threw one arm around Natalie and the other around Disher, pulled them both near his face and kissed them both on the head as they cried tears of joy.

It was unmistakably clear. Adrian Monk was alive and he couldn't recall anything in his life that felt better.