Hey guys. Fraggleforever here. This story is a continuation my tale that I weaved a few weeks ago, "The end and the beginning of Traveling Matt." So, sit back and enjoy. Chapter 1. Ten years. Ten years had passed after Gobo left Fraggle Rock to explore outer space. At this point in time, he was exploring somewhere in South Dakota. He was examining the faces in the rock, [Mount Rushmore], and drawing a sketch of them. Gobo's face was a example of ten years of age. His eyes now dignified and sleepy, like his uncle. On his chin and face, a beard had formed. He decided to grow his hair long, like it was in his younger days, but he slicked it back into a pony tail. He took off his hat and backpack, and sat down on a bench. "Boy, exploring the universe can be awfully tiring for a fraggle." His voice had deepened as well. He had already written a postcard and sent it to the Arizona workshop where Doc and Sprocket were residing. So, he dug into his backpack, and dug out a picture of himself and his friends. This wasn't a photograph, but as a well done drawing of him, Wembley, Red, Boober and Mokey. A smile etched across his bearded face. He remembered all of them so clearly. Wembley, with his flip flopping, trying to please everyone. That was a characteristic of a great fraggle. Mokey, with her art and knowledge of the heart and soul. She is a prime example of a mother. Boober, with his constant worrying and germaphobia. But Boober was always there to help him when he was in trouble. And Red. What was there to say about her? She was bossy, arrogant and fearless, just like he could be most of the time. But there was something about her that set his heart soaring. Gobo sighed. "I miss you guys." He put his hat and backpack back on, and began walking down the road. "But I know I'll be back someday. After all, the trashheap once said, "You cannot leave the magic.""