The vast expanse of space had become a second home to the Grayson family, but for Mark and Eve, the longing for Earth never fully faded. They now had a newborn daughter, Terra, and their teenage daughter—you—had grown into an independent young woman. The ship, a marvel of technology and design, had served them well, but there was something about the pull of Earth—the warmth, the familiarity—that beckoned them back.

The ship landed gently on the familiar grounds of the Grayson family estate, Mark felt a sense of nostalgia wash over him.

Eve stood beside him, her hand gently resting on his arm. Their daughter, you, were already eager to see your grandparents, bouncing around in excitement, while Terra—only a few months old—was fast asleep in her carrier.

Debbie was the first to greet them, her eyes lighting up as she saw Mark and Eve. And when her gaze fell on Terra—her granddaughter—her heart swelled with joy. “Mark, Eve, welcome home,” Debbie said, her voice warm, though tinged with the soft sadness of someone who'd seen too much time pass.

Nolan’s expression softened, and he stepped forward, pulling his son into an awkward but sincere embrace. "I’ve missed you, Mark. It’s good to have you home."