Meeka: So it worked? You really did it? Bob: I did have a little help. Actually... your dad. Well, he paid the big price to save everyone. Meeka: You mean he -- he died there? Bob: That’s right, kid. As much as I like to take credit, your dad’s the bona fide hero here. The real deal. When the chips were down and things looked real bad, Santiago never. Gave. An inch. Meeka: I didn’t know... Bob: Yeah. He’s kinda the strong, silent type. No Jimmy Cagney, that’s for sure. Meeka: All these secrets... why couldn’t he just tell me? Bob: Well, that’s just the thing, kid. Nobody knows why we’re all here now on this new world, when we were there before, on Earth. I think -- well, I better not tell you MY crackpot ideas. BUT... your dad’s been trying to protect you until we figure out what the heck’s going on here. Anyhow, THOSE are the kinds of tough calls a chief’s gotta make. Meeka: I wish you’d been chief instead. YOU might’ve let me use Tek to bring my mom back. Bob: Aw, kid... I didn’t know your mom, but your dad -- I mean, I’m sure he knows what she’d have wanted. Meeka: You knew my mom, dummy! Diana. Bob: Huh? Oh. Oh wow! Meeka: And I’m gonna bring her back. You’ll see. I’m gonna find a way... No. Matter. What.
Bob's Wasteland Epilogue
by Bob