Galen spent a half hour trying to catch the kitten before tricking her into his arms and winding up in the lift where they were now on the way back to Susan and Marcus' room. He rang the door bell a few times before Faux finally figured out how to open the door. Galen took the kitten to the kitchen and set her down on the counter.

"No more of that little cat. That hurt, but I have a present for you." Galen pulled the collar out of his pocket, "Do you like it Saff-" Galen paused. Suddenly reality hit him. It came flooding around him like a dozen flood gates had been forced open. He had never really graved Saffire's death, this was a whole new cat that wouldn't remember her previous life. Many things about her previous life's truth threatened to drown him if he stayed put so he dropped the collar and quickly left the room.

What's wrong with him Faux? Star asked as she jumped down and took a step toward the door. This man that she felt so close to was acting in a way that distressed her. For some reason she wanted him to be happy, not sad. And why do I want him to be happy as much as I do?

Star, Faux paused as he tried to find the right words, it has a lot to do with what you were before.

Before? Star looked at the larger cat confused. Before what? I want to remember...NOW. I keep hurting people for reasons unknown to me and I am sick of it. Suddenly the little cat sounded more grown up than she was, in body at least.

Star, you must wait until you are- Star cut him off by growling and stalking up to him.

Listen Carefully the younger cat 'spoke' in low, even tones that demanded attention. I know that something happened to me and I know that my connection to some humans are more than just people I see every day. I don't want to hear that I have to wait until I'm sleeping to remember things. If you don't start making me remember things now, I will find whatever ship you came here in and I will make it take me to whatever world we are from and I will talk to every guardian until I find one that will tell me who I was and what happened to me. Faux looked at her surprised. Most young guardians didn't know the name of their race let alone the fact that they had their own home world. And I want nothing left out. Now get to work.

Doing it while your awake could have unforeseen repercussions Nite Sky. We have never tried it while the 'patient' was awake, Faux warned.

Do I look like I care? The little cat growled. Everything...NOW!

"I got an offer for a home world today, Lyta" Byron said as they made their way to the Zocalo for dinner. She stopped and looked at him dangerously.

"Did you accept it?" she asked disbelievingly. Byron shook his head. "Why? We've been looking for so long and for you to just turn one down is four steps backward!"

"No, we're exactly where we were when he offered it to me," Byron replied. "He said it was out of the way and more than a little difficult to find."

"Why, That's perfect. What's wrong with it?" Lyta asked as she resumed walking.

"It's inhabited," Byron said with a tired sigh. Lyta sensed his unease.

"What's wrong, Byron?" she grabbed his hand and pulled him close to her as they continued on.

"I am getting...agitated and a bit worried," he rubbed his forehead with his free hand. "The Psi-corps is getting closer and we are running out of time. When I turned that man down today, Lyta, he asked me a question. That question was 'how long will you be so picky?'" Lyta looked up at him.

"And that scared you?" Lyta asked, confused.

"No, it was what I thought after he asked me that scared me," he replied. Lyta looked at him expectantly. "I thought...'not much longer'." They reached the Zocalo. After taking a table, Lyta looked at him.

"Did he say what kind of beings inhabited this planet?" she asked. Byron looked at her with wide eyes.

"Lyta, you can't seriously be thinking about taking the man up on this offer?!" he asked partially disgusted.

"Did he say what kind of beings lived there?" she repeated with a serious look. Byron was taken aback. He took a few minutes to recover from Lyta's strait-forward attitude then shook is head.

"He said, 'It's out of the way and more than a little difficult to find, the only problem is that it's inhabited at the moment. But the inhabitants are, shall we say, inferior to us two legged beings.'' There was a short silence between them. "What are you thinking Lyta?" Byron asked.

"Perhaps a co-existence?" she said with a smile, "I would like to meet with this man that has found us a world."

Star sat in front of Faux as he had told her to. She was a little nervous, but she was more determined than anything to find the source of Galen's sorrow. When the cats sat facing each other, Star came up to Faux's shoulders. She had grown since Faux had dropped her off with Susan and Marcus. She closed her black eyes and settled herself.

Here we go little cat, just be ready, Faux told her.

For what? She asked opening one eye.

Anything.

Nite Star nodded and closed her eye. She settled herself and crouched down. She felt Faux's mind touch hers. It gently probed at first, trying to find a certain area. It was comforting and made her relax until that presence hit what seemed like a brick wall. It made the smaller cat stiffen but she quickly relaxed when she heard the larger cat give off a type of purr. Then almost as if that purr was some type of key, her mind exploded. Images flew through her mind of events and peoples and places. Her guardianees, her family, her previous lives flew around her and threatened to drive her insane.

Faux looked on as the cat stood up and started backing away. She gave off what started as a frustrated growl and developed into a painful wail as she back into a wall then into a corner.

Finally, her most recent life flooded through her mind and veins. Finding her guardianees in their present form, meeting Galen, the station, the Excalibur, Marcus nearly dying, Susan's bout with depression, her trip to meet with Kelanes, and finally her meeting with Correl, it all over whelmed her.

When it was over, she felt herself in the corner. She could feel Faux standing over her. He nudged her gently with his nose. She pulled herself off the floor and shook herself then with an almost regal air she came eye to eye with Faux. She opened them and Faux was met with a myriad of colors that blended and meshed and seemed ever changing. Her breath came in quick, almost ragged gasps.

How did they end? She asked. Her 'voice' lacked the child-like innocence that it had held only moments before. He gave her a confused look. The lives...how did they end?

I can not, Faux pleaded, That could be damaging. It has already affected your eyes and size. He sounded concerned and scared.

I would know how I died so that I do not repeat the same mistake, she glared at him, and you WILL show me, now. Faux took a step back and looked at the floor. NOW! The voice carried untold anger, sadness and a thousand other emotions. Faux nodded. Star felt the familiarity of Faux's mind enter once again, then as it had before, it hit a brick wall. This time when Faux broke through, all Star felt was pain on top of pain. Every inch of her body throbbed as she felt every death she had ever been through.

Within seconds all she knew was blackness as her body hit the floor.

Faux looked on, more than a little scared, as Nite Star's body changed. He had never seen or heard of anything like this happening ever before. Her fur shifted color and patterns through all the combinations that her soul had ever adopted. Faux did the only thing he thought he could do. He ran out of the room, down the hall, to the turbo lift. He had to find Star's guardianees