Andrew stayed at the island after bringing Khalon's items to Ryan's for the time being while Khalon was being transported. Andrew remembered that Khalon wanted to be with his father, so he was going to be at peace in Tuskegee along with his dad. He had made a fire that cold night, small of course, in honor of Khalon and fell asleep while looking at the stars after the long day. Wrong move. He felt intense heat licking at his nose and woke to the entirety of the hangar ablaze. "No, no no!" Andrew panicked and screamed out as he attempted to do what he could to put it out, but it was no use. He could only sit there and watch Khalon's home turn to ash.

He sat and watched it tiredly and depressed as the fire began to die and the wood crumbled to a heap. It took a lot of strength but he started his engine, turned around, and flew back to Ryan in the morning sunlight. He ended up having to live at Ryan's and felt so lost. No Drake, no Khalon, no island. He had no where else to go and didn't feel like crying. He was exhausted of crying, and visiting Drake would have made him more weary. The funeral for Khalon had been held once he arrived in Tuskegee. Andrew traveled with Ryan to meet up. He and Ryan were the only one's who had come, except for Flash and Tailwind. No one else had known about what had happened. Andrew refused to spread word.

Several weeks went by, now a month, and Andrew got a phone call that Drake had woke. Andrew rushed to the hospital quickly without a thought of how fast he had really gone. Drake was awake and had been confused at first, but a nurse had helped him a little and he had requested for Andrew. Once Andrew rolled into the room, Drake's face lit up. Andrew's face, however, stayed distant. Drake frowned a little.

"How could you?" Andrew blurted out, catching Drake off guard. He was rightfully angry. "How could you do this to me, Drake? What were you thinking?"

Drake was speechless. He didn't know. "I-I'm sorry, Andrew. I'm sorry. I- I don't know what I was thinking."

"You could have killed yourself! And what about me? I would have been completely alone." Andrew was beginning to cry among his anger, and Drake caught on.

"When, when did it happen?"

"..A month ago."

"Oh.." The two paused. The only sound was Andrew's struggling to compose himself from his tears and his anger. He could have lost his boyfriend. What would he have done? He didn't want to think about it.

"'Drew, you okay?"

"No. I'm not. I haven't been for a long time."

Drake felt absolutely horrible. "C-come here, 'drew. C'mere."

Andrew didn't want to. He was still angry. But the thought of finally being able to cuddle into Drake and feel safe again took over his mind. He slowly rolled forwards and leaned against Drake, melting almost instantly at the touch.

"I promise, Andrew. I will never leave you again."

Once Drake was well enough to leave the hospital, he took Andrew to his home hangar. Andrew slowly began to tell Drake everything that happened and about the record. Drake told him he helped Khalon record it a long time ago and almost forgot about it. He was thankful Khalon remembered it somewhat before it had been destroyed in the fire. Andrew kept the record as a prized possession and doesn't let anyone touch it. He transported Khalon's things to Drake's hangar and hung Khalon's photos up in the hangar. Andrew cleaned the sand and dirt from the gramophone and it sits in the corner with the extra records underneath. He hung up the most recent picture taken, a group photo of Khalon, Charles, himself, and Drake, above the doorway, surrounded by other photos of Khalon and his dad, along with different combinations of the four planes together. The old war pictures hang near the gramophone. Andrew thought he was okay. He thought he was doing well with all the change and had even signed up for an upcoming race. Lastly, it was time to take Drake to Khalon's grave. He could tell Drake was killing himself over the fact he missed his hero's last word and breath.

The memorial stood at the end of the weed filled runway. It was hard to miss. Khalon's silhouette was forever taking off into the sky, and the plaque below stated his information, along with the phrase he seemed to live for: "A Soldier's Work is Never Done".

The two planes kept close to each other as they remembered the life they shared with this warbird, and the thoughts of new memories they would share in the upcoming future.