"...I named it after someone I knew."

Then she spotted them. Sasha and Marcy standing in the doorway. She practically sprinted to them. Tears were shed as the three friends reunited.

Then, another figure entered the room, less than four feet tall. "Oh hey! You guys came!" Eighteen-year-old Sprig said, munching on a chocolate bar, "Sorry, I was at the vending machine."

"Sprig!" Marcy and Sasha charged forward to hug the frog.

"Gah! Sasha!" He squeaked.

"Sorry, sorry!"

Anne caught up to hug all three of them in a hug that was somehow tighter than Sasha's. "I'm just so happy to see you all!" Anne sobbed happily.

"Oh, thank frog you two are here!" Sprig exclaimed, "She keeps talking to those kids like I'm dead or something! And it's happened ever since you two left! She keeps moping and sighing around the house!"

"Anne, it's been ten days!" Sasha said loudly.

"Two weeks for Marcy!" Anne blubbered.

"I had to help some astronauts, I'm sorry!" Marcy half laughed, as Anne leaned on her shoulder.

"So how was the flight from Colorado?" Sprig asked.

"Fine. Mom and Mama are fine. They said to say hello, and that they'll be along soon!"

"Grime was his usual self," Sasha said, "He said to save some grub for him. How's the rest of the family?"

"Fine, fine, Polly started a fight in her robot club again," Sprig said nonchalantly.

Anne rubbed the bridge of her nose, "And Hop Pop's blood feud with whoever the heck owns all those plants he's growing is still going on. Lays Chips finally stopped trying to sue."

"Fucking United States of Bullshit…" Sasha muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Sasha!"

"What? I'm right, aren't I?"

"She's got a point."

"Mar Mar, don't help!" Anne growled.

"Hey, I don't have a driver's license. So unless you want me to try anyway, we should probably get going!" Sprig said. "There's a nice purple car out front–"

"Touch my car and I break you," Sasha said, grabbing his arm as she put her other arm around Anne. Marcy let out a little whine of dismay, and Sasha used that same arm to grab her shoulder.

Marcy made a happy sound and stepped forward. She stopped suddenly and let out a hiss of air. "Hey, you okay?" Anne asked.

"Exoskeleton," She replied, "I'm fine."

"I swear the superpowers were less magic and more like glue," Sasha muttered.

"It worked in Vietnam!" Marcy said. "Superglue works for injuries in a pinch!"

"Yeah, just like caulk," Sasha said.

"That's not a good example!" Anne exclaimed.

"And very wrong," Marcy added.

Anne paused to look back at Sprig. He looked at her and smiled a bit, "What?"

"Nothing. C'mon, bro." She extended a hand, and he grabbed it to vault onto her head. "Oof! You're getting heavy!"

Anne was happy, with her family, and her girlfriends. "Any of you gotten mobbed by reporters?" Sasha asked.

"Some talking head wondered if we still kept in touch." Marcy rolled her eyes.

Anne winked, "Define 'touch'."

"Ew, Anne," Sprig said.

"Said the frog whose wives couldn't make it," She reached up to jab him in the stomach.

"Ow!"

"I got mobbed by them at my last protest. They still ask how hard it is to adjust." She shrugged, "With you guys? Everything's fine. I mean, we were the only ones who understood each other. That, some of the Marines and Army guys who fought at LA, and Anne's parents."

They all nodded. Anne sighed happily again, unsure why. Her friends and family just made her so happy.

Sprig leaned down into her vision, "Anne, why do you keep talking to those kids like I'm dead or something? You've been looking at me funny all day and it's kind of creeping me out."