Hey guys, thanks for your patience, I've been really busy. This chapter is bit shorter than the others, but I hope you still enjoy it. Thank you for all your support! I'll try and update soon.

Hiro ran a hand through his dark, wild hair and sat back against his seat. It was going to be a long night. He regretted putting off the class project with every passing minute, but he had been so busy with Big Hero 6 and...

"C'mon Hiro, that's been your excuse for everything ever since you started," he told himself. When he had first begun making it a regular thing he thought, "How hard could it be?"

"Obviously, a little more difficult than anticipated." He threw the blueprint he had been sketching on into the trash in complete disgust. There was no way he could complete an extensive prototype of an artificial intelligence's brain in one week, let alone one day. The more he contemplated it, the more he got frustrated with himself.

"Hey," Gogo greeted walking into the boy's work area. Hiro hadn't heard her open the door, and was a bit startled on seeing her.

"Oh, hi," he said bluntly. He tried not to let his anger or fatigue show, but it clearly did by the look on the girl's face.

"How's your project coming?" She asked even though she knew the answer, "I think Professor Gould enjoys the suspense almost as much as the students dread the due date."

Hiro snorted, "I think you're absolutely right. He gets that evil look in his eye like he's going to start cackling like a witch." They both smiled.

Gogo put her hands on her hips, "Go home, Hiro, it's getting late and it looks like you'll need a fresh start in the morning."

The boy wasn't going to protest; he was extremely tired and the thought of bed made his feet sway slightly, almost putting him off balance.

He let out a yawn, "You're right, I guess I'll see you tomorrow." He loaded his books and personal tools into his back, and then awoke Baymax.

"Hello, Hiro and Gogo." The robot said as it came to life.

"Hey, buddy, c'mon we're leaving." The two bade farewell to their friend, and headed for the exit of the building.

The sky had grown dark and the moon, barely invisible because of the thick smoggy air, desperately clawed at the thick clouds with its silver beams of light. In the daytime, the zero-gravity wind turbines blew away the smog, but at night they shut down leaving the people who looked up at night wondering if stars even existed.

Hiro sighed heavily as he rode Baymax's back, and tried to forget his problems. He did not want to give up Big Hero 6, and he wouldn't, but he needed to figure out someway of making it more manageable. He thought of Tadashi, and what he'd say. He'd most likely advise that Hiro was doing a great thing, but he also must think for himself. He'd remind him of all his personal goals and talents that he could put into good use.

"I miss you," he said to the sky as if his big brother was looking down upon him. Was he pleased? Probably not, telling by his performance at school.

He dove into the florescent lights of San Fransokyo, and landed right outside of his aunt's cafe. He walked around to the side of the townhouse, opened the garage, and put Baymax on his charger. He then removed his helmet, and headed back to the front door because the entrance to the home from inside the garage was locked up for the night.

The front door was locked as well, but Aunt Cass was sitting at one of the tables and jumped to her feet when she saw the boy. The door flew open, and she came out in surprising hurry.

"Hiro, it's so late! Where have you been?"

He lazily shrugged his shoulders, "Working at the lab. I'm going up to bed."

"Well, can I bring you something to eat?"

"No thanks," he answered, "I'm not very hungry." He started through the door when Cassandra caught his wrist, which startled him a bit; suddenly he felt more awake.

"Hiro," she started to explain, "something has happened."

"Not bad, I hope."

"No, actually..." she trailed off when she noticed something behind Hiro.

"Aunt Cass, what is it?" He had this feeling, like someone was behind him, but the presence was familiar and almost distant. Hiro wasn't sure how to describe it, but a hundred memories came flooding into his head: The traumatic car crash that killed his parents and sent him and Tadashi to the hospital, a woman coming to tell them that they were going to be fine, Tadashi taking him into a warm embrace and putting his trusty ball cap on his little brother's head.

Hiro wanted to turn around so bad, but he was afraid of what he'd find. What if it wasn't who he thought it was? Or he was so damaged from the fire that he didn't even recognize him.

"Hiro," the voice said. The tone was as soft as his brother's, and had that concerned edge to it.

Tears began welling up by the bucket fulls in the boy's eyes, but he still couldn't make himself face the voice. A small sob escaped his lips, and before long, a pair of strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him in just like they had so long ago.

"It's me," Tadashi chided reassuringly.

Hiro gave in, embraced him back, and cried like he would've when he was a child. Then, after a bit, he finally opened his eyes to see Tadashi giving him a smile. Aunt Cass had tears streaming her face, but a joyful grin was permanently on her lips.

"You died," Hiro pointed out stepping back.

Tadashi scratched the back of his neck, "Um, well, I couldn't have seeing as I'm here. I did give it my best shot though." He said it to be lighthearted, but the statement didn't wipe the frown off the boy.

"If you've been alive all this time, then why did you never come back?"

"It's kind of a long story," Tadashi admitted.

But before he could say anything Aunt Cass butted between the boys, "Which I would love to hear over some coffee and donuts."

They started inside when Tadashi suddenly thought of something, "Wait, Hiro, you drink coffee now? Wow, I have been away awhile."

Hiro chuckled, "Very funny, but it doesn't really make me hyper, just very talkative."

"Oh, joy."