Grubbs Grady, superhero. Yeah right! I may have saved the world but I ain't no bloody superhero. 're still in the process of rebuilding Earth, time hasn't been formed yet, so since we destroyed the world no time has passed, yet at the same time an eternity has passed. Bec has perfect memory, so she can reacreate every atom she ever touched, but she needs me to transfer the magic to her, as I am the trigger of the Kah-Gash.

We can recreate the world however we want, anyone we want and however we want. We could make our own language up, our own countries. We could even create a new species to replace humans should we wish to. All the elements could be changed, and have the world made of space dust. The world could be anything, although we are resuming world as we destroyed it. As if we died in a game and was regenerated. Me, bec and grubbs havn't decided whether to recreate Dervish, Meera, Barenabus and everyone else who died that I cared abut. Bec's decided against recreating people from her time, as they died centuries before time ended, to bring them back now would be like giving a dog a credit card and telling it to make it's own way in life. Also they died of natural deaths and it would be against mother nature to bring them back.

"Grubbs, Grubbs!" Kernel screams, running into my bedroom, panting as if he's out of breath. His eyes have been restored. He has a full head of jet black hair, which he was deprived of during life. He looks deeply troubled, as if somethings gone majorly wrong. "Yes?" I reply, cocking my head inquisitivly.
"Bec, she can't remember anything, she doesn't even have a clue who she is. Theres no way anything can be rebuilt if she has lost her memory,". It takes me a minute to process what he said, then I'm rushing down the stairs at lightening pace. She's sitting there, idly staring into space, as a 5 year old might do. She looks clueless. As though lost. Whilst I'm standing in archway, I call her name. She gains focus, and turns her head to me. She responds to her name. Thats a good thing. "Hello Bec, my names Grubbs Grady," I say, in a calm voice. Bec just looks at me strangely, then mutters something in a strange language I've never heard before.