Eva nodded off to sleep, and Hera removed herself form the hospital room. Upon stepping out into the hall, Hera was greeted by tons of scrubs and white lab coats. Her back pressed up against the door frame as the scrubs and lab coats crowded in among her.

Hera's eyes searched the crowd of doctors and nurses. She barely knew any of them, except for the doctor and two nurses that came into check up on Eva.

Hera swallowed. "Um."

An eruption of laughter breezed through the crowd. Then cheers arose. Hera's cheeks grew beet red. She bowed her head, her hair hiding her face.

"Lumina! Lumina!" someone called from the crowd. A hand rose from the back.

Hera removed herself from the door frame. Hesitantly, she stepped forward. The crowd made a path for Hera as she walked towards the crying voice. Then, as the last doctor stepped out of the way, Hera stopped in her tracks. It was a nurse - late 50's, 5.1 in height, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, thin lips curled into a smile. Hera tilted her head to the side, a smile quirking on her lips. "I know you."

"I'm surprised. I just helped supply you with your first oxygen canister."

"I rarely forget a face."

"Oh really?" called a gruff voice.

Hera turned. There, pushing through an opening between the crowd was Timothy. "Timothy," Hera said. "How could I forget about you!"

"Well. You forgot my true identity. To you anyway."

Hera squinted. Then, after a long minute, she gave up, shaking her head. "Sorry. All I can think of is Timothy."

Timothy's hands hit his thighs. "Come on, Hera. Eva was able to get it first time after twenty-five years of not seeing me."

Hera balled up her hands and planted them on her hips. She thought for a moment more. "I'm sorry. I do-"

Two thousand mustang.

In 2090 I got that as my first antique auto-mo-beel.

I was only 21 then, married to my lovely wife -

Sharol.

"Your wife, Sharol-"

"Hera. We wanted you to have this," said gram.

"Your first car. My first antique." Grandpapi gave Hera a toothy grin.

Car keys were lowered into Hera's hand. Hera looked up at her two grandparents. With one step forward, she wrapped both her grandparents tightly into her arms. "Thank-you Gram and Grandpapi."

"Gram," Hera mouthed. She looked up at Tim. "Grandpapi?"

Time chuckled. "Come 'ere you," he said, opening his arms wide.

Hera crawled into his embrace. "How come you didn't tell me earlier?"

"I gave you some time. A lot of time, actually. But it took over two years for you to figure it out."

"Sorry, Grandpapi."

"It's alright, child," Tim replied, hugging Hera tight.

Awe's resonated through the crowd. Darn. I forgot they were watching, Hera thought.

Hera removed herself from Tim's hug. She stared at him for a moment before turning to face the crowd, once more. There was a shifting among the crowd. The doctors and nurses scooted aside, making way for a man in a dress shirt, tie, and khakis. Another man followed close behind, a camera in his hands.

Hera was pulled aside. "Whoa! What are you doing?"

"Haven't you ever been interviewed before?"

"Well. No. I usually try to stay out of the limelight."

"Well it's very simple, miss Si. Just answer the questions that I ask you - that the people are interested in knowing."

The man lead Hera to a more secluded area. The crowd of doctors and nurses looked on. Hera was asked to stand at the corner of a window and wall. The interview stood beside her, staring straight into the camera, a mic at the ready.

Hera's hands shifted to her front, then behind her back, and, finally, shoveled into her jean pockets to present herself in more of a relaxed manner. She certainly was relaxed, coming to the hospital in grease stained jeans and a light sleeve shirt. Nerves were fluttering inside her stomach. She began to feel uneasy. Where's Soal when I need her, Hera asked herself.

The man turned to face her now, an oversized grin awkwardly hanging on his lips. Hera shrank back a little.

Holding the mic with two hands, the way a young kid would, the man started off the conversation. "Greetings, Hera Lumina Si."

The mic was tipped towards her. Hera removed a hand from a pocket and waved it at the camera as she replied with a small "hello."

The mic tipped backwards towards the man. "Our viewers were hoping to have a few questions answered. Would you be up for that?"

Hera inched forward. "I'll try my best," Hera answered with a laugh.

"Alrighty, then. Let's get moving." The interviewer held up a few index cards. "First question. How long did it take you to figure out and plan to move Ground 2 towards Ground 1?"

"It was kind of given to me by a bitter backstabber. But, then I was only given a week to complete it."

"Who is this bitter backstabber you mentioned?"

"Heinz Trattle."

There was a gasp.