"Bye Dante! Bye Mya! Bye Tayten." Pave called after them, waving. She turned back to Gabo, smiling, and thought about his question. She looked down at the little black haired boy in her arms. "I'm not sure. Perhaps sometime tomorrow or later? I think today has had enough excitement already." She laughed a little and glanced at Storm's choppy hair. "If you need a later time than tomorrow, then just say."

Mos loved this, just sitting with Storm in his arms. Storm seemed to relax too. Mos heard his name being spoken, but ignored this. Then his mother replied, and he heard "tomorrow". He wondered what could be happening tomorrow? But it didn't really matter to him. He was happy to stay here forever.