It was cold outside but it didn't bother her. High up on the roof of the house she could see for miles in every direction. She marvelled at the stars twinkling above her in the cloudless sky, the moon shining large and bright. It seemed so low it felt as though she could reach out and touch it with her fingers. With a big enough jump she could walk upon its dusty surface and dance amongst the dust thrown up by her footsteps. As it began to rise and give way to the sun she could float down a moon beam and land safely back on earth. Back on the roof she was sitting or back home in a place she belonged, back in the only place she truly belonged.

If she could float among the stars her problems would seem a million miles away. Nothing would matter as she felt warmed by their fiery glow. She wouldn't be angry or saddened by someone that had let her down; someone that she had made amends with. They had opened her eyes, the vision too painful to understand at first but it seemed to make sense.

Someone came to sit beside her. She didn't need to look to see who it was or ask to know why he was there. He too stared up at the stars and bathed in the pure light cast by the moon. All around him lay his history, his homeland. Beneath him his heritage. Above him his destiny.

"You've found my favourite thinking spot." Nine spoke softly as he looked over at his granddaughter.

Robyn's eyes left the moon and brushed the stars, "I can see why it's your favourite. I could get used to this."

"You could?" Nine asked, not expecting the response he was given. "I wouldn't have thought you'd considered anything less than returning to Lazytown."

"I have to admit there's something alluring about not having to be guarded all the time, followed everywhere by one or two escorts and always under watch. I feel safe here."

"You would be safer here. Lily would never think to come back here."

Robyn shook her head, "I wouldn't be so sure. If she could trick everyone into believing she was Ellen she can do it again. I know you don't understand but I have to go back."

"You must stay."

"As a hero, when someone's in trouble you put yourself directly in the line of danger to save them and stop them from getting hurt. You don't simply choose not to save someone regardless of what anyone else would do. I'm not a hero but I can't consider my safety above that of the people I love. If I die I'm only doing what every hero that has come out of this house has dedicated their lives to."

Nine drew his cheeks back as he considered his granddaughter. He placed a hand on her back and rubbed it before getting up and climbing from the roof. Shortly after he returned with a blanket in his hands that he unfolded and wrapped around Robyn's shoulders. He kissed her on the temple before once more climbing from the roof.

Though Nine had gone, Robyn was not entirely alone. She became aware of two spirits sitting with her on the roof. As she viewed them they appeared to be very familiar. One had a moustache identical to the one her Uncle had worn, he wore a hero uniform and upon his chest was a raised seven. The other was clean shaven and his number was eight.

Despite being father and son, the two spirits seemed reluctant to look at one another. They were sat either side of her as if trying to deliberately keep their distance from each other. A flurry of mixed emotions from them assaulted Robyn as she brought herself to understand the cause of the rift between them.

Eight seemed to be staring off into space, he was sat rigid with his back straight and his shoulders back. His eyes held a coolness surpassing that which she had seen in Nine's at his angriest times. Every now and again he would pass his eyes over Robyn before turning back to fix them on the spot that held his vision so.

"You look too much like her." Eight growled after another glance at Robyn, "Part of me wishes I'd have stayed alive long enough to see her born so I could have stopped her being what she is."

"Grandma was heavily pregnant with Lily when you died." Robyn commented, drawing on the memory of her great grandfather, "You were in your chair in the lounge, you felt very tired. Sportacus came in, he was only five, you took him up on your lap and told him a story before you fell asleep. Nine found you both didn't he?"

Eight nodded. As he had left his body and begun his journey through the Elysian fields he had seen his son entering the room, walking slowly towards him as he said his name. Repeating it as he came closer until realising he wouldn't gain a response. His son gently taking his grandson from his arms and carrying him from the room as he passed through the gates of the house of Ais.

Another memory filled Robyn's mind as she looked from Seven to Eight. "You weren't much older than Sportacus when your father died. You were ten years old."

Being reminded of this made Eight angry as he finally looked at his father, Seven. The memory was a painful one and one that had always stirred powerful emotions within him. It was what made him the man he'd been.

It all seemed to click together as Robyn drew on both men's memories. She looked at Seven, his countenance was a polar opposite to that of Eight and Nine. He was much more laid back, a sense of adventure filling his stomach with an excitement for new things that would never be sated, even in death. That insatiable desire had ultimately been the thing to lead to his demise.

Robyn's voice seemed to hold a far away quality as she recounted what happened. "You were in your airship. It had just been upgraded and you couldn't wait to try out the latest invention, the sky chaser. You released it and ran to jump on it but somehow you miscalculated and you jumped too far. You tried to grab for it but it wasn't enough and you fell. The fall didn't kill you, you hit the ground with such force but you lived long enough for them to bring you back here. You died almost the moment they carried you over the threshold."

Despite the traumatic nature of his death, Seven smiled and seemed strangely upbeat as he spoke. "I would have loved a second chance at that. I'm sure I could have done it right the next time."

"You never forgave him did you?" Robyn asked looking to Eight. "You spent so much of your life being angry at him for a simple accident that it impacted on your son. Nine is so strangled by how you viewed the world that he can never truly let go and have fun. You never spoke of his grandfather, not once."

"He was reckless!" Eight exclaimed looking at Robyn before switching his eyes and his anger to Seven, "You were always reckless! Even now you don't seem to care what happened. Ten does things almost exactly as you did. It's a wonder he's lived this long!"

Pride seemed to swell Seven's chest at hearing how his great grandson acted with the same flair that he did. Eight quieted and rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms and let out a large huff.

"Neither of you have been able to move on because you're both held back by the same thing. You need to make amends and seal the rift between you." Robyn felt as though she were talking to children as scolded them. Their emotions told her far more than they were telling each other and she was getting fed up.

Eight's brow was almost touching his nose when he slid his eyes sideways to view Robyn, "How do we do that exactly?"

"We just need to talk to each other." Seven replied shifting his body so it was turned more openly to Eight, "I never got to say how proud I am of you and how sorry I was that I made such a stupid mistake. I was always overconfident, it was one of my biggest faults and I can readily see that now even though it's much too late. My biggest regret is how I never got to see you grow up properly. You were a fine man and a greater hero."

"You were a good hero too. I always used to watch what you did and hoped that one day I could be like you." Eight dropped his arms and straightened his back again, "After you died, Six taught me how to be a hero. My grandfather teaching me what my father should have taught me. I grew to resent you and I accept I was too hard on Nine but I never wanted another hero in this family to suffer as I did. I loved you and you were taken from us too soon. Your self pride and your ego did that."

Seven levelled a devastatingly large smile at Eight, "You're only jealous because I had more style than you."

"You did. I accept that. Six was never one for flair; he never had quite the same...enthusiasm that you did."

"Perhaps not but he raised you well all the same." Seven smiled as he wrapped his arm around Robyn's shoulders, "And he's right, you do look a little too much like Lily but you act nothing like her. You're a good soul. Thank you for allowing us the chance to set right what we couldn't in life."

Eight only nodded as he faded into nothingness. Seven followed soon after, the feeling of his arm around her lingered for a while. In the silence of the night air around her she heard someone open the window below her and call her name. It was time to come inside and go to sleep.

Tomorrow she would be going home.