Billy had said goodbye to Trini and was filled with a burning glow from a surprisingly passionate farewell kiss. Yes, he Billy Cranston had kissed Trini! Well actually it had been more the other way around but the end result was the same. He stood in the airport lobby basking in the warmth of that memory. She was even more beautiful than he remembered and that was saying something! He had come here and they had talked. It sounded simple, but those simple acts of communication had changed his life more profoundly than anything that had ever happened to him. He may not have been totally comfortable with discussing emotions, and he may not have said some things that he should have said but the answer was the same. She wanted to be with him, as much as he wanted to be with her! Everything had been better than he could have imagined. There was no doubt now in his mind...now as soon as he finished that self-powered teleporter, he would be able to see her whenever. Now there was a thought. His fingers brushed his spirit crystal as he reached in his jacket for his tickets and he had a vivid mental impression of his very smug wolf spirit."He's still alive, we're almost positive of that," Franklin hastened to assure her. "And Shadowborg wouldn't have bothered going to all this trouble just to kill him. That's not his style." Joyce could see the shadows lurking behind the boy's eyes, though, and knew Franklin was considering a possibility no one had yet brought up. Then he shook himself. DECA didn't react to the impatience in his tone. "I will endeavor to fulfill your request," she said calmly, as though he had asked for some new food from the synthetron.

"Won't work," Zhane remarked, considering the shine on the table's surface. It was, as he had suspected, much stronger directly in front of him. "She won't be able to reach Andros."

"Why not?" Carlos demanded, pulling out a stool from the other side of the table and sitting down. "Where is he?"

Zhane shrugged, reaching out to trace a pattern across the gleaming tabletop. "Don't know," he repeated. "He was gone when I woke up this morning. No message, no nothing. Not answering his communicator."

          "Tell you what," he said briskly. "This place is gonna be a madhouse for a while. You don't want to hang around here- it'll be boring and loud. Why don't you come back to my house, and you and my dad can have a talk. He's been in your shoes." Franklin extended his hand, and after a moment, Joyce took it. The two of them vanished in a column of green sparks and a flash of white light.