Back at the labs, Honch, Rachael, Fiora, and Sev were making their way to the main room, which contained the spirit regenerator. "Um, you will take me home, yes?" Rachael asked nervously, tugging on Honch's shirt. "Yes, yes, eventually," he said, sighing. "Papa," Fiora began. "What is it, Fiora?" Honch questioned. "Is mama a nice lady?" She asked. Honch suddenly stopped walking, causing a domino effect of each person bumping into one another. He then smiled softly as if reminiscing. "Ah, she sure is..." He whispered. "Master, this way, please," Sev impatiently instructed as she began walking ahead. "M-may I stay here until we're ready to go...?" Rachael questioned. "Do whatever it is you want to do," Honch said, swiftly brushing the girl off. Rachael nodded as she watched the other three make their way into the room. * "Where do I turn?" Alastair asked, turning his head around to face Rosario. "F-first of all, keep your eyes on the road, would you?!" Rosario shrieked.

Standing firmly in front of a little girl stood a young boy. Towering over the two children stood a man in a lab coat. "For the last time, hand her over, you brat!" The man barked. The girl began shaking in fear. The boy narrowed his eyes. "Over my dead body." He said coldly. "Oh?" The man grinned. "Well, I can happily arrange that," he sneered as he began to raise an arm. "367!" The girl cried out. The boy closed his eyes tightly. After a few moments, the boy opened his eyes. Standing behind the other man was a familiar face. "H-Honch...!" The boy cried out. "Listen to me," Honch began warning the man as he grabbed him by his raised arm. "Either you let them go, or I break your arm, you decide." He said coldly. "A-alright, fine! Just let go!" The man shrieked as he struggled to break free. Honch let out a sigh as he released the man, who quickly ran off. Honch then turned his back to the two children. "H-Honch, that was so cool...!" The boy cried out in awe. "Honch

"Are you awake yet?" A voice called out. "Hm...?" 367 questioned as he sat up and wiped his eyes. "I suppose you weren't up quite yet; my apologies, Alastair," Honch said, taking a seat on the end of the boy's bed. "Huh...?" The boy cocked his head in confusion. "You do realize you cannot continue going by '367' for the rest of your life, correct my boy?" Honch chuckled. Suddenly the realization hit the boy. He was no longer confined to a number; he was finally free to live his life as he wished. "Alastair?" Honch frowned as he noticed the boy's shoulders bobbing up and down. "T-thank you..." The boy whispered, trying his best to suppress his tears. Honch then closed his eyes. "No, Alastair, I should be the one thanking you." He said, smiling softly, as he put an arm around the boy. "During our time at that dreaded laboratory, you and Aya are the ones who have taught me countless things time and time again." He smiled, petting the top of the boy's head. * "Breakfast is read

*As the months came and went, Honch and Tessa's baby was due at any time now.*"Do you have everything packed, babe?" Tessa called out from the top of the stairs."Yes, everything is ready to go, darling," Honch reassured."Here, grab my hand," Alastair said as he reached out to Tessa."Thank you, Alastair!" Tessa beamed as the two headed down the steps.*"Be careful!" Aya cried out, waving goodbye to the soon-to-be parents as they drove off."Hey, Al," Aya began, turning to him."Hm?" Alastair questioned, glancing up from his handheld game."Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but..." She began, looking down steadily."I have a weird feeling about this..." She whispered.Alastair stared at her blankly for a moment before sighing and returning to his game.*As the two were making their way to the hospital, Tessa turned to Honch."Honch," she began."I know I'm probably being silly. However, I need you to know something," she said, looking down steadily."If anything were to happen..."

Honch slowly lifted his head, looking over toward Alastair and Aya."Children, I'm sorry..." He paused, clearing his throat."Unfortunately, it seems you were too late..." He whispered, looking back down as he gently stroked his freshly deceased lover's hand."Is she..." Aya mumbled."Pardon?" Honch questioned."Is she okay...?" Aya questioned.Honch stared at her for a moment with a puzzled look on his face."Aya, Tessa is dea-""Not her, the baby!" She snapped angrily."Is her baby okay or not?!" Aya cried out as tears streamed down her face.Honch's eyes widened. He opened his mouth as if to say something but quickly shut it."A-Aya, please calm down..." Alastair whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder."Not until he answers the question!" She shrieked."It's fine..." Honch mumbled."W-what is...?" Alastair whispered."That thing, it came out just fine..." He said, keeping his gaze focused on the floor."That thing?!" Aya roared, shoving Alastair aside as she angrily raced toward