Nine-teen years later

"Aunt Ro?" "Yes sweetheart?" "When's daddy and mommy going to be back?" "When the badman's caught. Why am I not doing bed time right?" She smiled down at the little girl tucked deep beneath the bedclothes. After a long moment Anya seemed to make up her mind about whatever it was she was pondering. "I saw a picture of a pretty lady hanging up in grandpas workshop."

Aurora let out the breath she had been unknowingly been holding in a hiss between her teeth. "Aaahhh well that would be your grandma Darcy, my mommy." She reached out and smoothed down the younger girls hair. "What happened to her?" She turned to look out the window, smiling wistfully as she observed the bustling city. Nodding to herself she turned back to the little girl, "Would you like to hear a fairytale?" Anya nodded hesitantly.

"Okay." "You have to promise me you wont say anything to grandpa alright?" She nodded once more. "Alright then. Once upon a time there was a Rodeo Queen and a man made of Iron and Energy..."