"Dad!," yelled a young lombax child. "No!"

"Ratchet." An older lombax, Kaden, embraced his son. "T-take the Dimensionater... and go."

"Go where, Dad?"

"West. Straight out the back, check your trail," he instructed. "Six kilocubits and you'll run into a childhood friend of mine."

"But what about you?," Ratchet inquired, worried about his father.

"I... won't make it." At this, Ratchet's eyes widened. "Don't worry about me. Get the Dimensionater. Go West.... Remember me." Kaden's voice wavered.

"D-dad?"

"This wasn't an accident, Ratchet. Go, survive to find the one responsible.... live for me, son..."

With that he gave one last smile and went limp, joining his wife, yet leaving his son, his only child, to survive.