He didn't know why he had blown up like that, especially at Dureena. Now he felt like a jerk. Galen sighed heavily and walked over to the control panel of his ship. At the moment it was inactive and the lights were all dark. He sat in the pilot's seat.

Galen was just worried about losing Saffire again. That was a thought he could not bear. He had very few friends to begin with and he treasured those he had left. Maybe if he took a quick nap he'd feel better about this whole remembering thing. He got up and walked to his bunk. He took of the long black coat that everyone mistook as a robe and was in his forest green shirt and jeans. After laying down and rolling to his side, he spied a crystal he had bought the last time he was on Babylon 5. It was the deep purple crystal that he had made into a collar for Saffire. He had placed a locator spell on it so that what happened could happen again.

He would have to remember to give it to Star.

"I hear that you have the ability to get us our own world but not the man power," Byron said casually as he stepped behind the dark haired man, closing off the circle. They were in a very remote part of down below that was currently being used as a dumping site. Only the most desperate of the homeless would come here.

"I might," the man said at length, turning to face the telepath. "But it'll take a little work." The man's hair was extremely greasy and his grin was missing more than a few teeth, but the man's dark, beady eyes were what made Byron wonder about his motives. Byron looked around the small circle at his companions.

"Explain," Byron commanded stepping forward, the other six teeps closed the circle off.

"It is out of the way and more than a little difficult to find. The only problem is that it is inhabited at the moment," the little man started, taking a step toward Byron, "But the inhabitants are, shall we say, inferior to us two-legged beings." The man showed his nearly toothless grin again.

"You waste my time," Byron said and turned away. He and his colleagues started away.

"How long will you be so picky?" the man asked loudly, "Word is that Psi-Corps is on your trail and will be here soon to kill you all." Byron stopped as did the rest of his small group. He turned with a glare on the dark haired man.

"Even though we have been less than peaceful as of late, I refuse to evict a race for my needs," with that the group was gone.

"You'll know where to find me if you change your mind," the little man answered.

Byron sighed as he made his way back home. He had indeed become desperate lately, and he had heard that the Psi-Corps was after him and his ever-growing group of rogues. The question was, how desperate would he allow himself to become?

All of his worries temporarily washed away when he found Lyta waiting for him at the entrance to their small city.

Dureena, Marcus and Susan had found their way to a small bar in the Zocalo. They weren't hungry but they all ordered their favorite drink.

"So when are you guys planning the ceremony?" Dureena asked. The couple looked at each other than back to Dureena.

"We haven't figured that part out yet," Marcus answered, "We were going to discuss it but then all this happened."

"So discuss it now," Dureena said with a grin, "I mean it's not like we're doing anything now. The couple took a deep breath and got an embarrassed look on their faces. "What?" Dureena asked.

"Well," Susan started, "We don't know where to start." She gave an embarrassed smile and Dureena's jaw dropped.

"Okay then, how about I help?" Dureena asked after she quickly recovered. She took a swig of the bright blue liquid, "First off, where would you like to get married? That's pretty important." The two thought for a moment then regarded each other then thought for another minute.

"Here," they said in unison.

"Okay, a good start," Dureena said then thought for a second, "Do you want a huge ceremony with lots of people or just your closest friends?" There was a silence again as they thought.

"Our closest friends," came the unanimous reply.

"See, it's not so hard," Dureena said comfortingly, "Now you just need to decide on things like best man and bride's maids, flowers, the date and the people you want there." Susan and Marcus regarded each other yet again, maybe this wouldn't be as hard as they thought.

Why not? Star whined, jumping circles around Faux.

I can only do it when you're resting, Faux told the ever impatient Star as he sat up on the couch.

Why?

Because your mind is relaxed then, he answered, If you are so ready to learn something, I could show you a few tricks though.

Ooh, like what? She continued her circles around him, nipping at his fur in an attempt to get him to play. This was the part of his job that he hated most dealing with young guardians. He raised a paw then pinned young Star to the ground.

If you want to learn, you have to calm down, he answered, looking her strait in the eye, Can you do that? The smaller cat nodded vigorously, and Faux let her up. She sat still in front of him.

I'm going to teach you how to, there was a pause as he thought, how to port, alright? There was an audible sigh as Star nodded. Okay, close your eyes, the young cat did, Now think of someone you want to be with. He jumped off the couch and came to her eye level.

GALEN! She 'yelled' throwing open her eyes.

Alright now close your eyes again. Try to find where he is and what he's doing, Faux instructed. The young cat concentrated so hard that she was lowering her head and clenching her eyes shut.

He's…he's…there was a slight pause, In his ship!

Good, Faux encouraged, What's he doing? She concentrated hard again.

Sleeping, she sounded mischievous.

Now picture yourself somewhere near him, Faux coached. She did but she placed herself a little too high. The room was filled with a blue light as the kitten disappeared. Galen, who had rolled onto his back, got a rude awakening as Star materialized above him and fell the two feet onto his stomach. When he recovered he looked at the cat.

"How did you get in here?" he asked shoving her off and sitting up.

Faux taught me how to port, was the excited reply. Galen shook his head and rubbed his stomach as the cat began frolicking around his ship.