It was Rosie's least favorite time of the year. It was the time 682 went into Topor.

She hated it because it made the both of them feel lonely waiting to reunite with the other. And it was awful.

Rosie sighed, leaning against 682's side. The least she could do was be there for him. And she always was. And she did so much more. She gave him blankets, rested with him, talked to him....

She did so much. She relaxed knowing she was making this experience better.

682 shifted in his topor induced slumber, smiling softly. He had his sister, and nothing could bring him down. He brought her close with his tail.

These two will always be together.