"We will not be able to carry on so you will for us," said a women holding on to her new borne baby tightly.
Then sparks flew and the ship shook, "we have to do this now or I don't think will have another chance," said a very beaten up and bruised man. "I've got her ship all lined up you just got to set her in."
The women held on to the baby girl so tight "you are our last shot you have to protect everything and keep time in order," she kissed the top of the baby's forehead and set her in the ship, and the man launched it off. "Where will she be going?"
"Earth," said the man.
"When," she asked back.
"I do not know."
"We love you Harmony."