Disclaimer: Do we have to go through this again?? I don't own TaleSpin! I've never owned TaleSpin! Disney does! Go do something useful instead of reading idiotic disclaimers...sheesh. Thanks: to the inventor of the paper clip. Breathe it sweet within the night I hear the voice again And push my soul into flight To ask what might have been To touch the magic of your ways And stay within your reach I'll live in your arms all my days Ignore the words my parents preached Oh I never thought you would come But into your world I am swept That whispered phrase made my soul hum You have confirmed a promise kept ******** The phone rang. A hand reached down and picked it up. "Higher for Hire. Cunningham speaking.", the bearess listened for a moment, "Mr. Kendall, we delivered your berries on time. We are not responsible for the trucking companies...yes Mr. Kendall you're right they were late." She rolled her eyes at the phone, "Mmm-hmm...ya-ha...oookay....Goodbye Mr. Kendall." She fell back into the chair after hanging up. 'What a weirdo', she thought. Suddenly the door opened and the cheif pilot of Hire for Higher came through the door. "Hey Boss-Lady.", Kit Cloudkicker winked at Molly Cunningham. Molly grinned. She had just taken over the business recently. Her mother still helped her out now and again but it was officailly hers. She came around the desk and hugged the tall bear. "Hey Kit. Boss-lady? You're turning into Baloo!" Kit put a hand to his chest in mock horror, "Never! I can deliver cargo on time! And...I can see my feet!" Molly shook her head. "Where is Baloo, anyway?", she asked. Kit shrugged. "Where else? He's off at Louies." "Which one?" "The orginal! You know that's the only one he goes to!" The phone rang again and Molly was suddenly swamped with work. Kit walked aimlessly over to the window and looked down from the fourth story window. Things had changed alot in the last twenty years. Kit had served as a pilot in the second world war,and when he returned the job waiting for him at Hire for Higher helped him regain his stability. The business had profited from the war. As gruesome as it was war was good for business. Rebecca had managed to add office space, planes and a few pilots to the small business. He was now the main pilot. Baloo had "retired" from the business. He still flew of course and amazingly he still flew the Seaduck. Kit had alot of respect for that old plane, but he still expected it to fall apart any second. Baloo had managed to buy back the Duck about three years earlier and had promptly quit. Rebecca had taken it considerably well. That could have been because Kit had agreed to stick around and fly. Molly tapped him on the shoulder and brought him out of his daydream. "I'm shutting down and heading over to Mom's with the kids. Did you want to come?", she asked. Kit nodded. It would nice to see Rebecca. ******** "I'll come back for you Rebecca...someday" Rebecca woke up with a start. She shook her head to clear the images. There was a fleeting voice but nothing else. She had been having so many weird dreams but, when she woke up all that was left were fuzzy images and that voice. A very familiar voice. "Mom? We're here!", Molly's voice rang through the apartment. Rebecca turned and smiled, all thoughts of dreams forgotten. "Molly, honey! Where are my grandkids?", she asked. Two boy cubs ran into the room and flung themselves at Rebecca. "Grandma!", they yelled. Molly put her hands on her hips. "Evan and Frank VanCalos! You be careful!" Rebecca smiled. "It's alright Molly. I've got them.", she said holding one boy on each hip and walking towards the kitchen. "How'd you boys like some ice cream?" The boys chorused their approval. Molly was about to protest but decided agaist it. Rebecca spoiled those kids rotten and nothing Molly said would change that. "Where's Quentin?", Rebecca asked from the kitchen. Molly walked in. "He couldn't make it. He had to meet with the director of his upcoming show. But look who I brought instead.", she gestured towards the door like a gameshow hostess. Kit walked through the door. "Hey Ms. Cunningham.", he grinned at the brown bearess. Rebecca smirked. "Hey yourself Mr. Cloudkicker. Where have you been keeping yourself?", she asked as she gave him a warm embrace. "Your daughter is working me to death. She's trying to drive me insane through cargo." "Oh good. I've taught her well!" Kit's mouth dropped open. "Hey! No fair ganging up on me!" ********** The five bears were finishing up their dinner when the phone rang. Rebecca wiped her mouth and went to answer it. "Hello?...Do I want to buy a what?", Rebecca shook her head and rolled her eyes at the others. She glanced over to the counter. A glowing white flower sat there. Rebecca dropped the phone in surprise. Molly stood up. "Mom? Are you okay?" Rebecca hung up the phone. "Yes, honey I'm fine I just saw..." The flower was gone. "Um...nothing." Kit and Molly looked at each other worriedly. Rebecca forced a smile. "Stop looking like that! I'm not going senile! I just need more sleep." Molly picked up her two squirming food covered sons. "Maybe we'll get going, Mom. Let you get some rest." "Yeah. Maybe that would be best. Bye Kit. Bye you two! Come give Grandma a kiss goodbye!" "Mom! They're a mess!" Evan and Frank gave their grandmother sloppy kisses. She wiped the spagetti sauce from her face and waved goodbye. Turning away from the door, she went over to the couch and layed down. "Rebecca..." She sat up quickly. "Who's there?", she demanded. Silence was her only answer. Cautiously she picked up an umbrella that was in a stand near the door. "Who's there? What do you want? What right do you have scaring me out of my mind??", she yelled into the seemily empty apartment. A bright light started to shine outside a nearby window. Rebecca turned to look at the source of the light. The umbrella tumbled from her grasp and clattered unnoticed to the floor. Rebecca stared numbly at the sight that met her eyes. A ship. TO BE CONTINUED