Benjamin Grimm

 Tom Hopper
Chad Michael Collins

As he flies into position within his Veritech (How cool is that?), Ben listens to Alyx's speech and as far as speeches go, he'd have to give it two thumbs up. It's definitely better than Fury's "Go kick their asses." He glances at his radar for any hint of enemy aircraft, and to check on friendly, and all seems well so far. The words of his first Drill Sargent pass through his mind, "I don't care if you've already saved the world once or twice Grimm, my purpose here is to forge you into a weapon. And let me be quite clear, I am the hammer and this flight deck is the anvil, the only variable in this equation is you. AM I GOING TO BE MAKING A RELIABLE WEAPON TO DEFEND THIS EARTH?!?!" "Sir, YES SIR!" he had replied.

Time to find out, Ben thinks as, with the signal given, he accelerates to attack speed. Given the fact his craft and Adrian's are the fastest, it was decided Ben would be responsible for the first pass to draw as much fire as possible and with the number of bogies that just appeared on his radar, that part of the plan won't be too hard. He opens the missile bays of the veritech and as he toggles the switch he can't help mumbling, "I am the god of hellfire and I bring you fire!" He flips the left joystick over to arm the beam canon and fires at will before his pass takes him beyond enemy targets. He grins as he spots all the blips chasing him and, after tensing for the G forces, converts to Battleroid mode to change his arc of fire to end up facing the on coming horde of flyers. A few more bursts of fire and then he converts to Gerwalk mode and shoots straight up out of the line of fire.

Just as he's beginning to get cocky, the first telekinetic wave hits him and he nearly blacks out. He has to fight to not engage his powers for fear of destroying the cockpit. Fortunately that's when the Calvary comes in the form of the rest of the Air Strike. Shaking his head, Ben flips modes again back to airplane and does a strafing pass over the enemy ground troops to soften them up a bit and then pulls up to a near vertical arc.

He lets loose another volley of missiles, followed by a barrage from the beam canon and a strafing with the gun pod. Another telekinetic attack hits him followed by a mind blast. He bites through his tongue in the effort to not engage his powers and a growl deep in his throat is all the outward sign of his struggle. His hand, trembling, reaches for the self destruct of its own volition. Ben growls louder and focuses his will against the alien presence. It's like the Gah Lak Tus wave and Thanos all over again but he'd be damned if he was going to fail the Earth, any Earth.

"GO. TO. HELL." The hand reaching for the self destruct passes the switch and hits another as his other hand pulls up on the throttle. The mini-missile bay and beam canon payload disengage off the veritech, gravity and momentum pulling it towards a large cluster of the enemy. As Ben pulls out of the range of the mental attack, several explosions rip into the Mongolian tundra. "Can't argue with physics bitch."

He levels out the veritech, eying the battlefield for the next best target. It's then that he notices the absence of all the drones. What the heck? Maybe I'm up too high? He pushes the joystick forward to dive at a cluster of gunships who turn to meet his on coming rush. He easily dodges their volley of missiles but  fails to realize they were setting him up for the cluster of megagunships approaching him from below and behind. His right wing shreds a bit as gunfire riddles it and he spins to pull himself out of the line. Stupid! Stupid! He berates himself as he dodges left then right, missiles and gunfire seemingly where ever he turns. Another hits his right engine and the warning lights pick up their cries of doom.

No way out of this, he has to admit as he hits the self-destruct button he had fought so hard not to press and pulls the lever activating the ejection seat. His canopy flies away and he shoots up into the sky away from the death blossom of his veritech's death song. He'd shed a tear except another gunship has him in their sights and are firing a missile straight at him.

But he's not out of this yet. He turns on his powers with a cry of defiance at the face of death. Tearing through the straps anchoring him to the ejection seat, he gathers himself for a leap just as the missile hits.

Ben might not admit it but his time being bound within Milliways is actually something of a godsend. He's had time to relearn how to move about in a body that is almost half the size it once was and test the limits of his strength, well try to anyway. Giant boulders might be good for relearning the skills needed to move awkward objects but they still weren't much of a challenge.

He's also be learning a lot more about the layout of Milliways, finding places he simply wouldn't have fit into before. For instance the elevator to the garage. Okay true, he likely would have fit but it would have been a tight squeeze and he never would have looked for it in the first place. But he had and to say he was glad he did doesn't even begin to capture the emotions he is feelings right now as he stares up at the lion.

Okay, yeah, there are a lot of really nice vehicles down here. Classic muscle cars, motorbikes, he's pretty sure he even saw a Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and maybe even the Green Hornet's car from the old TV show with Bruce Lee. But when he caught sight of the royal crest on the black metal and chrome of the robot lion, nothing else mattered.

And then he noticed the ladder on the side leading to the open cockpit door.

And then he noticed the heraldic styled key in the control panel which turned as if it had been waiting for him.

All the while a certain song is playing in his head as he yells out, "Go Voltron!" in unadulterated glee.

Ben woke at five a.m. feeling the walls of depression closing about him again and decided to try something different than weathering the storm. He tried pacing his room, watching movies, funny kitten videos on the internet but nothing worked, the size of his room was just too small. His guards jumped when he opened his door and left them trailing behind as he made his way to the flight deck. What he needed was some exercise and he figured the shock absorbent floor there should make it so he didn't collapse the building or at least wake anyone else up.

Once there, his guards finally caught up to him and, after reporting his location, took up positions on either side of the hanger doors. As if I'd really try jumping, he thought. Suicide watch sucks.

Instead of confronting the issue though, he began doing push-ups, moving on to sit-ups, burbees, planks and then onto agility drills. An hour later the off duty MPs and other military personal showed up for their morning exercises and gave him an eye. He was tempted to give them the deck but figures if Guppy can trust Ben with his little girl, these guys can learn to trust him enough to share a frigging flight deck.

The cold war continued for about half an hour until Sharon Ventura entered, took a moment to take in the scene and shook her head at the boys. Then she parked herself right next to Ben to began her own set of one armed push-ups as the one arm was still in a cast. Ben just happened to have been about to start a set of push-ups himself and so switched to one armed to work with her. When he got to 50 he looked over to see what exercise she'll do next and caught the challenge in her eyes as she continued.

When they got to 150 the other MPs have stopped to watch. When they got to 200 all the other personal on deck had stopped and the betting had begun. At 500 Ben finally starting to feel his workout and at 600 he gave the victory to Sharon. The gathered personal cheered and some even patted Ben on the back despite having lost their bets and for the first time he felt a sense of fellowship.

"Rematch tomorrow?" he asked.

"Wouldn't miss it. Try to save some for me if you get up early again okay? That was a pathetic show."

Ben comes to and the waters are calm though the silt is still clouding the area. He feels an immense pressure and can barely lift himself but once he does, the block of debris rolls off him and he stands. Breathing is hard. His face plate is cracked and water is seeping in but that shouldn't matter as his suit is pressurized. Oh wait, if there's a crack that means it's not pressurized so much anymore. yeah, that migth be why he's having trouble breathing. Where are Reed and Sue?

"Reed? Sue? Anyone hear me?" he broadcasts and gets intermittent static for his trouble.

He looks around and finds them both knocked out (he hopes it's just knocked out) and their suits seemingly in good condition. He picks them up and carefully makes his way back to the sub. With his suit compromised he'll need to decompress before entering the cabin proper. He should probably decompress Sue and Reed as well, just in case their suits were damaged. Ben had studied the dangers of deep sea diving and the articles on rapid decompression really made an impression.

Ten minutes later and he pulls Reed and Sue into the cabin to strap them into the seats. He tries to fit himself into the pilots seat but won't fit. Crap.

Bending down he examines how it's anchored to the deck and then pinches off the nuts holding the bolts in place, careful not to damage the hull, and then lifts the chair to stow it in the pressure exchange chamber. Grabbing the joy stick, he experiments a bit to get the feel of the sub before activating the engines and beginning their accent. About four hundred fathoms later it occurs to him that the sub's radio might not be damaged and so flips it on.

"May day, may day. We are under attack by a super powered individual." the radio crackles.

Ah Hell, he thinks and carefully pushes the broadcast button. "This is Discovery Eight. Calvary's coming!"
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[OOC-The following dialog and scenes come from Ultimate Fantastic Four 25.]

By the time they've gotten to where they can see the hull of the boat, Reed and Sue have woken and the radio has been giving a very one sided rundown of Namor and Johnny's fight. And just in time to, as Johnny's body plunges into the ocean. Reed hits the autopilot homing signal, pops the emergency hatch and yells out, "Let's get Johnny. Forget about the sub, it'll find it's way home." He then stretches to catch Johnny's until Sue wraps him with a force field and melds it to the one with air she and Ben are rising in.

"Easy, little brother," Sue says as they continue to rise. Breaking the surface into a nasty squall of rain and wind, they can see Reed has engulfed a struggling body which is safe to assume is Namor. "Big, deep breaths…"

"Ben?" Reed calls out casually like they do this every day. Sue has already formed stepping discs for Ben and is moving him into position.

"I know, I know…" Ben says pulling back. "Clobberin' time." Namor goes limp and Sue pulls them all together into one large disc which floats to the research ship.

"Over here. Just a little closer. C'mon, hurry up!" Doctor Storm is calling to the deck hands.

"Don't worry, Professor. We managed to disable our royal friend without doing any permanent damage." Reed calls out.

"Never mind about him. It's you guys I was worried about." Doctor Storm says as he leaps across to Sue's force field to hug her and Johnny.

"Never scare me like that again. You hear me? Never scare me like that again."

"Shouldn't you go make sure she's okay?" Ben says worried about Susan. After their return from the Zombie-verse, Susan and Johnny's mom returning from the dead after 15 years shouldn't be that big a deal but Ben can't imagine how betrayed he'd feel if his dad showed up after all that time. Plus Susan didn't exactly leave the meeting composed as all the shattered remains of coffee cups could attest.

"Sue just needs to be on her own for awhile, Ben. Between her mom showing up and the Atlantis situation, I think she just needs to cool down and assess the variables a little." Reed replies as they make their way through the nuclear containment area to where they're keeping the zombie Fantastic Four. And there's a whole new ball of therapy. No one should ever have to meet their zombie doppelgänger.

Ben shakes his head. Reed's the smartest guy on the planet and yet still the stupidest. Still what are best friends for? "What are the variables that she's gonna kick your butt for not giving her enough attention?"

"Slightly less that the variables of her dad kicking us out of the Baxter Building for bringing these super-zombies back from a parallel dimension."

Both raise their arms for the guards at the check point and are quickly passed thru.

"Man, that dude kicks us out of here he's looking at the world's biggest lawsuit. He's as much to blame for me looking like an over-baked turd as you are, Stretcho." Ben continues blinking in the red light of the highly secure area.

"Ben, we've opened Earth up to an infection that could destroy the human race in less that twenty-four hours," Reed replies as he hits the switch to raise the admantium shutters of the observation window. Their zombie counterparts are already staring at them as the room is revealed. "That beats a turd transformation any day of the week."

"What's this 'We' kimosabe?" Ben can't help but think as it was all Reed's doing that opened the way for these zombies and just like in the N-zone it was the rest of the team that was left to clean up the mess. Ben really hopes this isn't the beginning of a pattern.

[[OOC-All dialog and scenery taken from Ultimate Fantastic Four #24. Thoughts are my addition.]]

[This entry's song: Winter]
The grenade fits in his mouth with surprisingly little difficulty but he needs to look into a mirror to find the pin. Turning he takes one (hopefully) final look out at the city and the sunset when he sees a couple on the roof of the building across the way and a little down. They're kissing and seem to be having a good time. He doesn't even bother to swallow the tears but they cause him to blink a few times.

When he can see clearly again he sees the woman is struggling, trying to fight off the man and he's not stopping. Ben lets go of the pin of the grenade and wonders what he can do. It's not like he can call the police. Maybe the M.P.s? But before he gets to the phone the woman stomps on the guys foot and punches him in the nose. The guy lets her go in shock and backs away, blood running down his face. She runs for the exit but stops short when the guy yells something and pulls out a gun.

Ben spits out the grenade and tosses it at the couch (fortunately the pin doesn't come out). Crossing the room, he picks up a football and is tearing off the window before he's aware of what he's doing. A quick snap and the guy on the other roof crumbles into a heap. The woman looks up toward Ben and he backs quickly into the shadows to hide. She waves a hesitant thank you before kicking the bastard and picking up his gun. Then, after another wave, she disappears down the exit.

Ben watches her leave but freezes when he catches sight of the billboard above the exit.

It's full night when the guy begins to stir across the way and groggily picks himself up to stumble to the exit. Ben barely registers his leaving sitting in the dark of his room as he continues to stare at the billboard.

Half an hour later he picks up the encrypted cellphone Reed made for him and dials the number from the billboard, 1-800-273-TALK.

"Hello," answers a pleasant voice.

Ben doesn't say anything.

"Hello, I'm here for you."

"I...I need some help," Ben says finally.

[This entry's soundtrack: Where Is My Mind]

Ben is feeling honestly good for the first time in forever. Not just flashes of giddiness or the rush of the momment but honestly happy. He's helped stop the world from being destroyed not once but twice! First from those Borg aliens, the Gah Lak Tus (well they weren't the Borg as they detested anything organic but close enough) and then from extra-dimensional zombies. No, scratch that. From extra-dimensional super zombies. And he had knocked that dimension's Hulk straight into next week!

And let's not forget kicking radioactive ghoul butt in Ellen's world as well.

He looks down from the observation balcony on top of the Baxter Building and thinks back to that day months ago where he had leaped out of the building and KO'd Godzilla. He remembers his words then, "I might as well be the hero..." and damn it why not? Why couldn't he be the hero?

So lost in his thoughts, he completely misses the squad of MPs as they exit the elevator and surround him until one of them touches his shoulder and says, "Mr. Grimm, I need you to step back from the ledge."
As they ride in the elevator car, her CO is outlining the situation. It was simple enough, Mr. Grimm was spotted on the observation deck, standing at the edge. The Brass and headshrinkers were worried he was getting ready to jump and so here they were.

"Taser rounds gentlemen. Remember Mr. Grimm is bullet proof. If you need to fire be sure your fellow solder is not in the line of fire."

The car echoes with "Yes SIR!"

Once up top, they form ranks, a semi circle, around Mr. Grimm who doesn't seem to even notice them. "Mr. Grimm, please step away from the ledge," her CO barks out to no effect.

The MPs look at each other not quite sure what to do so she rolls her eyes and lowers her weapon to step forward and touch his arm. "Mr. Grimm, I need you to step back from ledge."

Ben raises his hand to brush away the touch and feels the snap more than hears it. Confused he turns to look.

She sees him raise his arm to brush her hand away but her forearm gets caught and before she knows it, there's a sickening snap and her arm goes rubbery like that other kid. She bites her lip to keep from screaming because the men in the squad will raze her for it. A groan escapes instead.
He looks into the pain filled eyes of the MP and is frozen in shock. Parts of his brain pick out details, she a woman, chestnut hair, hazel eyes, the freckles across her nose, but on the whole nothing registers. That is until her grunt of pain spurs the rest of the squad to action and the CO to bark, "PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW MR.GRIMM."
She looks into his blue eyes and sees the dawning realization and horror at what he's done.
Ben ignores the CO and the squad and catches her as she goes weak from shock. Carefully, oh so carefully he picks her up.

"YOU WILL PUT DOWN MY SOLDER RIGHT NOW AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD."

Tears of self loathing choke his voice but he says clearly, "Fire or get the hell out of my way. I'm taking her to the Infirmary, whether through you or not is your choice."

The MPs break and form a column to the elevator but they keep their weapons trained on him and he can't blame them. He is a monster after all. What was he thinking?

[Interlude's soundtrack: Foo Fighters, Learning to Fly]

Three days later and Ben can't decide if he should be impressed or creeped out by all the different ways to kill or maim the think tank has come up with. Some are simple enough but some really make you wonder how they came up with the idea in the first place. He's also a little unnerved by how easy it was to go from shooter to target but that had been his aim so he's not saying anything.

Today it's a nerve disruptor kind of gun and he's not too sure about it; even if it works it's effects will only be temporary paralysis right?

"Clear the testing area. Firing in three, two…" Jossie calls out before she is interrupted.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"

All eyes turn to the speaker and Ben nearly face palms. Susan Storm comes storming in and the gun is yanked from Jossie's hands by invisible means.

"Well?" she says again, nearly barking. "What is this?"

"He volunteered," Jossie says as if her hand was caught in the cookie jar. Susan turns to glare at Ben.

"I just wanted to be useful. Unless there's something for me to hit, I just sit around." It's a pathetic excuse he knows but it's hard to come up with anything better when she's glaring at him.

Susan pinches the bridge of her nose in an attempt to calm down but fails spectacularly. Through clenched teeth she says, "This is not Asgard, you are not vikings and YOU ARE NOT BALDR." This last she nearly screams at Ben as she grabs his arm and pulls him out of the firing range. Ben's heart does a little leap and he realizes this is the first time anyone has touched him outside of testing or fights since the accident. His heart melts a little at her touch but he clamps it down straight away as this is his best friends girl (even if they aren't official yet). Instead he allows her to pull him so she doesn't get hurt.

"This is the last I hear or see of this," Susan yells at the scientists as she pulls Ben from the lab. "If it happens again, invisible snakes! In your bed!"

In the hallway outside she pulls him up to a wall and pauses to take a few calming breaths. Once calm, she looks him in the eye and asks, "Do you really feel useless unless we're fighting?"

He can't keep her gaze and so looks down at the floor. "Well. Yeah. I'm not the smartest cookie and I can't leave so I was just trying to help."

"Okay. I get it but that was really risky Ben," she says her voice heavy with concern. "They could have hurt you. I'll talk with Reed and we'll figure out something for you to do. For now, why don't you go to the flight hanger and see if anyone could use some help there?"

"Okay, no problem," Ben says, touched (though this completely ruins his plans) and turns to walk down the hallway. "Lifting things is about all I'm good for. Well hitting things too."

"That's bull Ben and you should know it. We'll find something okay? Till then why don't you study something? We've got one of the greatest libraries here."

"Yeah fine."

Ben looks out at the sun as it sets behind the skyline of Manhattan and tries not to think about tomorrow or the day he's just had. Tomorrow he and the whole bunch are heading into the N-zone, the dimension that caused all this craziness in the first place. Will he come out worse than he already is? Or will he come out human again?

As for today…he shakes his head and can't help remembering the cry of panic as that gal's "death corset" went haywire, attacked Susan and before he knew it he threw himself between it and her. It was silly really. It's not like Susan couldn't have saved herself but he had reacted on instinct. That really wasn't what bothered him though. What bothered him...still bothers him is the sense of relief he had felt when he thought he was going to die.

As the sun finally sets Ben turns and mumbles, "Ellen, I just don't see how you find the strength." He doesn't even acknowlegde how weird it is to talk to someone from a different reality who isn't even there.

"This, God help me," Reed says to Mission Control the next day as the all wait within the recommissioned Space Shuttle, "is Awesome to the firing room. We're ready to go."

"All boards on green, Awesome. On your mark."

"Activate the gate."

Sue checks her instruments as the N-zone generators fire up. "Gate is lit, ten seconds to full power. Eight. Everything's green. Superposition codes loaded into the back gate firmware. Four. Three."

"Firing room to Awesome: you are go for launch."

"Launch commit." Reed replies. "Main engine start."

Ben takes a steadying breath as he feels the thrust of the shuttle and the crimson gate to the N-zone fills their viewports.

"WOOOOOO HOOOOOO." Reed calls out as they transition from one reality to another.

Six hours of sitting stationary in the N-zone later…

"I wanna go outside." Ben says finally having enough of Reed and Susan's science chatter. The zero gravity was fun but spending time in close quarters with those two was like going to Hell and finding out it was school 24/7. "I got the suit, right? We ain't moving, so I ain't gonna get left behind. So I wanna go outside for a walk. You got a problem with that?"

Fifteen minutes later he's suited up and the cargo doors are opening to let him out. The glow from the N-zone space is nearly blinding but doesn't really bother him. Carefully he pushes off the shuttle and floats out. He can't help but think of the Observation Window in Milliways.

"…I'm just going for a walk because you people bug me okay? I'm not having fun or anything. I'm just going for some…well, not air. Similar. You know what I mean." He not even sure what he's saying or why. He's nervous, that's for sure but that's no reason for why he's rambling, is it?

"Your tether's fastened?" Reed says through the communications system.

"Reed, you don't look a friction' thing like my mom, so quit trying to do her voice, all right? I'm fine. I'm just…" Ben replies back as he bends for a leap off the shuttle's wing. The red glow and emptiness is breathtaking and gives him pause before he continues, "…just going outside." He twists to look back at the shuttle and sees his line.

"What's he…" Reed asks Sue from inside the cockpit.

The tether is right there, one pull and he'd float free and never have to go back. Never have to lie to his mom, never have to face being the monster. He could die out here in peace. But something stops his hand and he tumbles some more. He can't help the little laugh that escapes as he realizes he still wants to live, that he's not so far gone that taking his own life seems the only thing to do. The laugh turns louder and soon he's laughing for the joy of free fall, of weightlessness and of the impossible place he finds himself.

"You think maybe we set his oxygen too high or something?" Sue asks.

Ben tucks into a ball and spins faster and then pulls himself open and twists laterally as well as horizontally.

"No…no. I think he's fine." Reed replies to Sue. "I swear, I don't remember the last time I heard him laugh. Not since before the accident." Their musing is interrupted by an alien voice which startles them. "What in…"

"That's language, Reed. It's got repetition and cadence. There's someone else out here. Someone alive in the N-zone."

They'd been following the signal for three hours when they found the space station.

"So this 'could be' a space station full of people who've stayed alive in a dying universe," Ben says getting his face in front of Reed's instruments to be sure of his attention. "Now, here's my bit o'science; do you think the people left standing at the end of a game are the nice people? Or do you think they're vicious jerks?"

And of course the aliens left at the end of the game are vicious jerks…

"I think a young universe would suit me much better. And so, with the breeder and the sick one aboard your child's rocket…" the alien Nihil says. "It is indeed time for you to go." He pushes a button on his instrument panel and the translators that he had installed into Reed and Ben's space helmets explode, rupturing the glass.

"Aaaaah. You know…seeing complete strangers slowly die in front of me like this? It warms me like little else in this old, cold universe. Choke on our sweet air, you tiny pink-lunged children. Perhaps you could see your way to thrashing a little for me."

While Nihil speaks Reed has worked his left glove free and uses his elastic hand to seal his helmet. "Sealed! Ben! Hold on! Ben! Pull my other glove free! I can seal your helmet! BEN!" Reed shouts as he hears Ben coughing die out. Has Ben passed out? Is he dead?

"This air tastes like crap." Ben replies ignoring the brief thrill he had felt when he thought he was going to die (and not by his hand) and the disappointment that took its place.

"Ben," Reed says relieved. "It's not air. These people basically breath acid."

"You're kidding me."

"I've splattered my hand over my helmet like bubble gum to stop my insides from boiling. Do I look like I'm kidding?"

"Huh. Okay I guess we found out what my lungs do after all." Ben replies and turns to walk towards Nihil. "And that means I can beat the snot out of you, ya little freak…"

"I'm on fire now, Reed" Ben calls out to Reed. He's torn off one of Nihil's wings, slugged a bunch of cheap b-movie ripoff Star Wars aliens with a support pillar which didn't support anything (unless it was just a perch for Nihil), caused tons of damage to the control room of the station and generally made himself a nice attractive target while Reed does his genius thing at the main control bank. "But don't worry about me, man. You just keep fiddling around with your science stuff over there."

"Actually, I'm good to go." Reed says from behind him.

"All right let's roll."

"Kind of a lot of them."

"You know, I actually liked having a spacesuit…and these jerks ruined it. Kind of a lot of them? Good."
Their momentum carries them through the gate with the space dragon in close pursuit and their engines are stuck in maximum thrust. Reed fires one of the alien plasma guns at the engines within the shuttle several times until they finally die but too late to prevent a landing within Las Vegas. Fortunately General Ross has ordered the air raid sirens to be fired and the main strip is cleared of traffic. Once the shuttle stops Ben kicks open the emergency door and they leap down in time to see the space dragon come crashing right behind them, it's momentum caring it on a crash course straight at them and the hotel behind them. Ben doesn't even pause as he braces himself to catch it and stop it before it crashes into the MGM Grand.

The fighting's over and General Ross is happy even if their cover is completely blown as he finally has his death ray.

"I think we're finally going to get to be super heroes now." Johnny says.
Back in Queens, Mrs. Grimm is watching the Evening News when the live footage of the alien attack in Las Vegas interrupts the piece about the dancing poodles. She pauses her Tivo when the news camera zooms in on the rocky monster who is seemingly stopping the out-of-control monster ship by himself and looks at his eyes for the longest time. Then she sits back with tears in her eyes...tears of pride and love.

"Oh my boy."