“Hay kiddo...Wake wake, sleepy.” Angel opened her eyes slowly before trying to rubbing the sleep out of them. She looked up to see Ace smiling at her, “Looks like a little some one fell asleep.”

She yawned and rubbed her eyes again, “Sorry I guess.”

Ace chuckled and piked her up from the small couch that had been set up in one of the room in the jet. Angel, still half a sleep, simply leaned into him keeping her eyes barely open. “Ders not'in' to apologize for der Angel. If we where still on Acmetrpolic it would be pretty late.” Ace walked over to the window, “Hay Angel, look out da window.”

Angel looked out and her eyes widened. A bit in the distends she could see a small planet, smiler to Earth, slowly growing.

“Fruten.” She stared out in surprise. It'd been so long sens she had seen her beloved home.

“Yup,” Ace smiled, “We should be able to land at dawn.”

****

The Loonatics filed out of the jet. The Loonatics where all in there uniforms as Angel was wearing a dark red shirt beneath her black sweater. She also had on blue jeans and her white cap. They had landed in a well vegetated forest in order to hid the jet. A scan of the planet showed that it was mostly covered in large forest and wooded areas, and that over half the cites and town had been built with the land. The sun was still rising and shined through the trees and plants.

“All right Angel, do you know where we are?” Ace asked the child.

She shuffled her feet, “Not really. I only real know the area around my town, and da Palace. Besides what we're wearing will bring way to much attention to us. If da Kuton army was looking for me in Acmetropalic, Then dere probably lookin' for me hear.”

“That-dose-make-sens.-Hay!-I-know,-we-have-some-cloaks-in-the-jet-we-could-disguise-are-selfs-with-them!” Rev babbled out.

“Hay dat's not a bad idea Rev. Angel would it work?” Ace looked down at her.

She thought for a second, “Ya, I think it would. There are monetary and churches in every town and village. And the Monks always walk through town. People would jest thing we're one of them. If we keep are hoods up.”

“Geraybe wiale're hear we shoart callgerting Angel-Tomboy foaftyer.” Slam grumbled.

“Slams right.” Tech nodded then looked down at Angel, “Maybe it would be best if we started calling you Tomboy instead of Angel for safety purposes.”

The others all nodded as well. “As you said Angel, if the Kutons are still after you they'll probably be after a 8 year old girl rabbit who gos by the name Angel. There absolutely despicable.” Duck crossed his arms and started grumbling things under his breath.

“All right den, jest call me Tomboy.” Angel agreed.

“All right. Rev go get da clocks. Tech scan da aria. Find out which direction da closest civilization is.”

“On it!” The two said in unison. Tech pulled out a small device and held it up turning a bit every so often. Rev zipped away and zipped back in 3 seconds flat with a pile of brown cloaks in his arms. They all took one and draped it over there bodes.

“Ace I got a lock. Theres a village a couple of miles that away.” Tech pointed in one direction where the trees slightly parted to make an invisible path.

“Well guys, it's time to jet.” Ace pulled the hood of the cloak over his head fallowed by the others as they started to walk into the forest. Tech pressed a button on his uniform and the jets disappeared from the visual spectrum. The walk was long and Ace soon found himself caring a sleeping Angel. After he had waken her up to show her how close they where to her home she had a hared time going back to sleep, so it was understandable that the walk had tuckered the child out.

As they walked a bird let out a high pitched screech. Angel shot her head up as she heard it. Her hood fell down revealing her cap, which had been turned around so that the bill didn't stick out. She rubbed her eyes. The bird let out another screech and Angels eyes went wide.

“I know that sound.” She whispered as she wiggled out of Ace's arms.

“Somet'in' up Tomboy?” Ace asked.

“Dats...Dats the cry of the Gorb Hawk!” Angel suddenly took of running.

“Tomboy!” All the Loonatics yelled as they fallowed.

As she ran Angel yelled back, “The Gorb Hawk is native only to the forests around my village!”

Angel came to a halt as she was now at the edge of a clearing where a small village was nestled in. The Loonatics stood behind her as the looked at the village. Men and women and even children moved across the small roads of the old fashioned village. The style of the buildings was like that of the middle ages. The clothing was all hand made mostly in browns, blacks, and whits. Ace placed Angels hood back over her head.

The slowly started to walk through the village. They kelped there hoods up and heads down. They soon walked up to a small tavern where a gray female rat anthro stood washing the windows. She was wearing tan pants and a brown shirt made of some kinda animal hide. Angel looked around to see that no one was around.

She smiled, “Rat-a!”

The rat werald around. She was the one from the photo. Angel ran up to her.

“Angel?” Her voice was young yet strong.

Angel hoped into her arms, her hood falling down. “Rat-a!”

“Angel! Oh my god. Is it really you.” Rat-a asked as she examen the child in her arms. After realizing it was truly Angel Bunny she hugged her tightly and said, “We all have been worried sick about you! And your Mother!”

Rat-a place Angel back on the ground and looked at her firmly, “Have you gone to see your mother yet?”

“No she hasn't.” Rat-a jumped when she heard Ace's voice. Rat-a held onto Angel tightly.

“Rat-a., Rat-a, it's okay. There the Loonatics.” Angel said. Rat-a looked at her then up at the 5 in front of her.

“Quick, get into the tavern. Some one mite see you.” She said as she pulled up Angels hood and pike her up. They all went to the building.