Lilo had been correct about Nani not being able to collect us. In the end Moses told us that our 'uncle' would be picking us up.

He walked over to us and addressed Lilo about it. The power had come back on shortly after.

Lilo sat with me by the doorway. She was looking out of the window at the weather. I joined her and looked out as well. I could hear Mertle talking to the other three girls about her, but ignored it as Lilo was doing. She was well aware of how much they talked about her behind her back.

She was a strong girl and I admired her for that. She kept her cool around Mertle far more than I did. If she hurt Lilo to a point beyond repair I was more than ready to kick her butt. I wouldn't care if she ended up in hospital from it.

Lilo probably would though. She trusted I wasn't violent anymore, let alone out to hurt people. I couldn't break that promise to her.

I was good now. Not bad. The thought of being bad again and hurting Lilo again scared me the most and I lowered my ears as I contemplated on what I'd just thought. Lilo must have noticed because she asked me if I was okay.

"Stitch okeytaka."

She rubbed my back. I looked out of the window as the rain suddenly started belting down.

"Ugh... doonga haga... bla-bla."

Lilo just gave me a sad smile. "I'm sure it will stop by the time Jumba gets here."

Unfortunately, it didn't. Jumba pulled up in the buggy and beeped from outside.

"We'll have to run," Lilo told me. "Ready?"

I groaned.

Lilo held my paw again and we ran out to the buggy, clambering inside. She threw her bag across the seat. I shook the water out of my fur and she laughed as most of it hit her.

"Haga bla-bla," I shuddered.

Jumba looked at me in the rear-view mirror. "Heh. Bad weather, no?"

Lilo just sighed. "I was really looking forward to dress rehearsal today. But thanks for picking us up Uncle Jumba."

"Eh... is no problem. Once storm started I had to stop working on ship."

I stared at him and could see him staring back at me. He looked back to the road as he drove home slowly.

He pulled to a stop however at a road closure sign. The road led up to our house, but it had been blocked off due to mild flooding. That section of the road actually went through a small creek. When it rained heavy like it had been today, it was prone to flooding.

"Ack... should not have come this way, should have gone other way!" My father groaned.

Lilo looked out of the window. "Hey! We're next to KiKi's! Why don't we get something to eat?"

"Home," I told her.

"But we can't Stitch. The road is flooded."

I sighed. I didn't exactly want to go in there, but I hated disappointing Lilo. "Akitakacha."

"Thanks Stitch!" she reached over and hugged me. "Come on Jumba!"

He just gave a nod, putting on his disguise after he parked the buggy.

I could tell Jumba didn't exactly want to either, but as soon as we got inside the cafe he seemed to change his mind upon seeing the food. I did too. It smelled great.

"I'll get us something to eat," Lilo said to me, waving what I'd heard Pleakley once call a 'leafy green' in my face. "Why don't you and Jumba find somewhere to sit, Stitch?"

"Okeytaka."

My father was busy looking at a row of cakes behind the counter. I tugged on his shorts and we looked for a vacant table.

"Aka tiki baba asafi," I told him.

"I am seeing it."

We claimed the table and shortly after sitting down and Jumba stared out of the window. I just dumped the sugar samples on there into my mouth and looked around for some more but there weren't any.

"Choota."

"626?"

I looked up. I'd been slouching down against the table. "Ih?"

He reached over and scratched my head. I closed my eyes. I felt him picking me up and placing me into his lap and I looked up at him.

"Eh..." he started, but smiled. I understood.

Jumba would find any excuse to spend more time with me lately and this circumstance was apparently one good reason for him to. While Lilo was ordering I rested my head back against his big belly. Jumba was very comfy.

"Boochita nascatakacha," I said.

I heard the air leave his lungs as I said that to him. He put his hand around me.

"You too. My son."

I smiled happily.

Lilo came back a few minutes after that and looked quite pleased to see me sitting in Jumba's lap. She pushed what she'd ordered us towards us. Jumba just stared. He picked up the bowl and shoved the contents into his mouth. I looked up at him and did the same.

Lilo just put her hand to her head. "At home, that's okay. Here, not so much."

I looked around. A few people were staring at us.

"Soka..." I said sheepishly. She just smiled at me and shook her head.

"Well... at least I know where you get your food habits from." She replied, giving Jumba a 'look.'

"What?" he asked, sounding confused.

"Never mind."

Jumba just looked at me and I shrugged. After that he went back to window gazing while Lilo ate her meal. She watched us thoughtfully.

I noticed a sugar packet beside her hot chocolate and pointed to it.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't worry, I got two."

She handed me one and I tossed it into my mouth, devouring the packet as well.

Lilo looked disgusted, but then she just shrugged and ripped open her own sugar packet, dumping the contents into her drink. I looked up at my father.

"Doonga naga bootifa."

He chuckled. "Yes, I know 626."

I was quiet for a moment. "Jumba okeytaka?"

He sighed. Lilo was watching us intently.

"Isa accata..." he responded and Lilo looked extremely intrigued. She rarely heard Jumba speaking in our language.

I tilted my head. "Yamtaka da feebu. Biki daktash?"

He sighed. "Naga kom jishnit. Muquad. Naga ret tichquel," he responded to me quietly.

"Gatchi nosty?" I asked sadly.

"Yes 626."

I nodded. "Smish."

"Everything okay?" Lilo asked us, looking fascinated.

"Yes little girl," Jumba told her. "Not to be worrying."

I knew Lilo was going to press me about this later. Jumba didn't want to talk to me about what was on his mind and I respected him enough not to press it. He only spoke to me in our native tongue when he wanted to discuss matters privately.

Jumba had confided in me in the past. After I had died, our bond had strengthened significantly and the times I'd slept beside him he'd spoken to me about various things that were bothering him. Considering not once had he done this in the past, I figured it was because my death had made him realise that I wasn't as invincible as he thought I was. He had another chance with me and he was making the most of it.

He told me about things I never knew. Things about his former business partner, Dr Habbitrale. Things about his ex-wife. His test batch's of other experiments before me, which were a blur to me now. The only other experiment I knew of was Experiment 621. But I vaguely remembered what happened between me and him. I wasn't sure if I wanted to remember.

I'd honestly never really met Jumba's ex-wife. I guessed she would be my 'mother' since Jumba was my dad.

Jumba trusted me above anybody else in our ohana. He had some truly dark times in his past and hearing about them had made me quite sad. He'd created me because he'd felt as though he could never find a woman that would accept him with his work. He'd always wanted a child. And he wanted a personal revenge against something, but never told me what it was. Long before Lilo he programmed me to destroy originally and sent me out as a hooligan to destroy various worlds. I don't remember much of it now but I do remember when the police eventually caught us.

As much as I respected my creator, I am glad that I didn't end up going through with my original programming and changed. I probably would have ended up killing a lot more people had I never met Lilo, considering the destruction I caused out on Jumba's missions. I couldn't ever truly believe that Jumba was capable of being so evil and I didn't want to – he just never seemed like the truly evil type to me. Apart from sending me out to destroy things, he'd also raised me. Maybe he'd mellowed out after we landed on earth, like I did.

I never knew up until only a week ago that Jumba had used some of his own DNA to create me. I had thought about it in the past, and suspected it considering we look so similar to each other and it always made me wonder, but he'd never actually confirmed it. He'd always been a father-type figure to me.

I was beyond elated when I found this out. I felt proud. And I think that's what helped my father to come out of his sad slump. The fact I was proud. He was scared that I hated him for only creating me to destroy for him. But I had a lot of fun on those missions. I could never hate him for that. He's been good to me.

When I had said to him before that I loved him, he'd given one of the biggest smiles I'd ever seen. And he had a huge head so I'd seen some pretty big smiles in the past.

"Oh look. The rain's stopped," Lilo said suddenly, interrupting my train of thoughts.

I looked out of the window. It certainly had.

"Let's go home," Lilo smiled.

Jumba gave a nod. I jumped out of his lap and followed Lilo out to the car.