Disclaimer: I do not own BMF, Last dragon Chronicles, and warrior cats.

Author's note: For the main character, Gingka Haganai, I changed the spelling for his first name to 'Jinga' so that readers won't get confused on spelling or pronunciation.

A few moons later, Jinga decides to come back from Co:pern:ica, to meet his friends one more time.

Time traveling with his lucky charm given by Bergstorm, The Tooth of Ragnar brought him into his own room.

Dozing out of bed, he looked around. His laptop closed on his desk. Winston, on the edge of the bed. Soccer stadium posters taped on the wall. (New Stanford Bridge was ripped slightly; lolling out like a dog's tongue.) Soccer jersey's occupied his closet, and last but not least, Gadzooks staring out of the window.

Jinga joined him, the sun blazing in his eyes.

"Hey, Zookie." He greeted softly, "Rise and shine. I'm gonna go to Madoka's house. Wanna come?"

Gadzooks, taking no opinion, turned around and blew a smoke ring in frustration.

"Suit yourself."

As Jinga grabbed his jacket off the hood of his chair, an object fell from the pocket and skittered on the floor. Picking it up, the tenant's face suddenly frowned.

It was a small flash drive (or micro:pen, as Jinga liked to call it on his home world.) Tears welled in his eyes as he closed it around with his hands.

"Dad.", he whispered and opened them again.

Jinga decided to explore.

Connecting it to the USB port, he said, "Begin."

The laptop pinged to life.

"Explore."

Failing to load on the wrong software, Jinga tried again, this time with a short video.

Project 42. Load and Hold.

An image of his father came up, as if he was speaking to the whole world through a news network.

He sighed, then began,

"Jinga, if you're watching this, then I managed to reach you before they tracked me down. I didn't have long to make this :com. Forgive me if I missed anything or I'm repeating it again. Remember, we took you to the Stormberg Therapy Center when you were 12 spins old? Well, you were experiencing odd nightmares you couldn't recall that day. You were sent to the librarium on Thorren's advice. He did it to protect you. He's a good man, Jinga. Trustworthy. Clever. He's gone into hiding to avoid the aunts. He didn't betray me; We did another experiment, where we are trying to recreate the conditions of your dreams. You'll know about the time distortions by now."

"You possess extraordinary talents, Jinga. Something, somewhere, knows it and wants to track you down. I don't know why. Watch the next scene, I can hardly stop you now, if this becomes apparent, I beg you not to attempt anything. Find Stormberg. Show him. Take it to the Higher. And please, don't come looking for me. They'll send me to the Dead Lands. You could spend an eternity trying to find me. I want you…..."

The screen went blank.

Jinga banged a fist onto his desk.

He …..

Wow. You guys got your eyes glued to this page, you just want to keep reading, but as I said in the last chapter, this was originally unfinished.

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Bye guys! :D