The Bebop crew fed and harbored Ed and Ein for three days before her father called her back for the next trip back to Earth. Before leaving, Edie pulled Ed aside and handed her something.

"Here, I want you to have this." A necklace with a small white rabbit charm dangled in her hands.

"It's a bunny rabbit!" squealed Ed.

"This is Chappy, Ed. And if you ever need help or just want someone to talk to..." Edie pulled Chappy's head apart to reveal a chip, "just put this chip in a communicator and it will directly link you to me. No matter where you are or I am." She then rejoined Chappy's head and put the necklace over Ed's head.

"A gift! A gift!" Ed sang. Ein barked at Edie.

"That includes you too, Ein." She rubbed his back and he thanked her by licking her hand.

"Ed is going to miss Eddy!" She pouted and ran to hug Edie. A vein within Edie's neck throbbed and she shivered slightly. Ed didn't noticed, of course. Being called Eddy unsettled Edie but she knew Ed meant no harm by it.

"Edie is going to miss Ed too." Edie tried emphasizing the name "Edie" but knew it was going to fly through Ed.

Edie returned Ed's hug and Ed, along with Ein, ran to reunite with her father. Ed showed off her new necklace to her father and her father warmly smiled back at Edie. Edie and Jet waved as the three walked away from the dock. Spike saluted them.

"What was that you gave her?" piped Jet.

"A communicator chip."

"You mean, she can just call at anytime from anywhere? She'll be calling the ship non-stop!" The idea frankly annoyed Jet.

"No, Jet. That communicator chip is a direct line to me. So my communicator will ring, not the Bebop's."

"Solely yours?"

"Yes sir."

"Where y'get something like that?"

"An old friend invented one for me."

"So you're saying that's the only chip that can directly link you besides using our radio systems?"

"Well, I suppose you could copy that chip and it'd be another direct link."

"That's a pretty smart invention. I'm surprised something like that isn't already invented and sold around the galaxy. I mean you lose phone service and signal once you leave the planet. Plus, you can't use a phone to call someone light years away." Edie nodded.

No doubt Ernie's invention was worth trillions, ask the highest public officials of the planets of the solar system. How else would they be able to contact each other?

Communication within planets was through phones. Phones used cell towers and satellites to ultimately allow the passage of current. In space, vessels communicated through something similar to radio stations. Each ship contained an advanced satellite that covered a pretty extensive range. These satellites also acted as designated radio towers. Thus communicators, the phones of space, were born. Communicators used these "Space Frequencies" to tie shipmates together. For ships in space, as long as they were within the same frequency or their satellite ranges intercepted, messages could successful pass forward and back. For people in space, communicators synced with their vessel, under the vessels's radio systems. They could still call to their ship when they're off of it as long as they're in range of it or under its radio systems. On planets, communicators could also be used as phones. Mostly, the more powerful and the more wealthy of the planets were able to contact space through use of radio systems if they didn't particularly belong to a ship. But to be able to contact a different galaxy, was unheard of and physics deemed impossible. Trans-dimensional communication.

Ernie's invention did not rely on satellites, towers nor stations to fortify the link. Rather it focused, primarily, on the device itself. A specific routing number given to each individual communicator, deep within its coding. Encoded within the chip in Chappy was the specific routing number to Edie's personal communicator. Just as a person would slip a credit card or any other card through a communicator, all Ed had to do was slip in the chip in similar fashion. The communicator could phone as well as track Edie's whereabouts. Whether she'd be in a loophole to another galaxy or she'd still be in same solar system. Edie once feared Felix hung over her due to this invention, but Edie trashed her old communicator and through Jet, got a new one.


While Jet cooked up food on the stove, Edie accompanied him in the kitchen, flipping through a new manga.

"Edie get your ass off the kitchen counter! Counters are not for asses." lectured Jet as he mixed the food. Edie ignored his scolding and swayed her legs back and forth like a kid on the playground.

"Hey Jet," she piped carelessly, not taking her eyes off the magazine in her hands.

"Hmm?" Jet looked over to her and continued stirring.

"Did ever you ever see yourself settling down and having a family?"

Though she appeared more interested in the dialect of her newest manga, she eagerly anticipated his response. Jet stopped stirring and pondered on his answer.

"Sure." He nonchalantly stated and returned to the green peppers. "When I was young and when I first met Alisa." Jet never spoke of Alisa but by his tone, Edie guessed she was once someone important to him. Silence pursued. "Do you see yourself settling down and starting a family?" He asked in return. Edie closed her manga and placed it next to her. Her hands grabbed the edge of the counter top.

"To be honest, Jet, I ask myself that same question all the time. I don't think I deserve that normal life." Edie teethed her lower lip.

Edie wasn't quite forthcoming about herself to Jet either. So Jet was in the dark in regards to her past. To Eddy, Felix, and La Puerta de la Muerte. Jet had no basis to judge as to what she did and did not deserve. Jet was not God to judge anyways.

"Maybe it's you don't think you can stomach it." Edie tittered at his words.

"Maybe you're right. I don't think I can see myself playing the perfect homemaker."

"I think you have some qualities that could, perhaps, potentially make you a decent homemaker."

"Oh yeah, like what?" Edie raised her eyebrows at Jet.

"Well, for starters, you sure did handled Ed a hell of lot better than we ever could." joked Jet. Edie laughed.

"I had a little sister. She would've been around Ed's age by now." Jet looked up from the stir fried green beans and nodded in understanding.

"No wonder you warmed up to her so well. You know Edie, she adores you. I think that was the reason she wanted to do everything with you those few days she was here." Jet finished cooking and set the green beans aside.

Edie smiled at him, a tear slid down her cheek. Jet, unaware of the right words to help, clapped his hand on her shoulder.

"I bet she'll call you every chance she gets and won't take that damn necklace off." He squeezed her shoulder a bit too hard. "Supper's ready." She embraced his touch by placing her soft hand over his.

"I'm starving."