A young woman entered the door of her home, the lights turned all off from a whole day of being absent.

She wore a pink sweater, her hair nicely trimmed at a medium length.

The TV was small in the apartment, the kitchen sink full of dishes, and laundry begging to be folded.

In pants and high heels she made it to her computer, passing by several of her 'trophies' in the room.

Choir arts, animation, and her degree of electronic arts framed and hanging on the wall next to her computer.

She sat down in her chair, laying her pink purse to the side, like she did every single evening. She opened her Mac laptop to check E-Mails, and finish working on her animation story boards that were meant to be seen by the company next morning.

The whole apartment was dark except a light over her head and the computer screen. Her green eyes darted from left to right in the screen, catching every detail of her work.

"Hmm...lets see, new e-mail! Is it the boss?" She thought to herself, opening it. Her mouse pointer dragged to the link, opening... her heart sank.
"...Peace Ocean..." She said softly to herself.

She stared at the name a long while before even reading the message.
Her old friends, from long ago, were still around.

Well...some of them. So many had died in the wars. Some had moved away...like her.

Her fingers froze above her keyboard as her mind went blank.

'Hey Wk. You still around?'

Was she? Was she really? She leaned back in her chair, looking up at her fan.
She remembered so well...everything that happened back then.

She had friends, she had a job... unlike any other.

Secretly... she even knew the Kratts themselves had pulled away. They weren't what they were.

However, she couldn't help thinking back to all the lives they protected... all the stories...movies... photos together...

She got up from her chair, looking around her apartment, seeing the photos she kept of her friends.
Snowflake, Sakura Kamada, Waterfall13, Deepfathom, IJ Girl, ...Peace Ocean.

She made it to her closet, opening it. Up on the top was a box of old photographs, scripts, even something extra special.
She opened it, revealing her pink cape on the top. Pictures of Kate Corcovado flooded the box. Lindsay was there too...even McKenzie.

She felt a small tear fall down her face.
Was she still there?

Was she still...WildKrattsSuperFan1?

So much had changed. She was no longer a little girl.

She glanced at a case in the corner of the computer room, her most prized possession.

Inside the golden sealed case...was her scepter.
It was still shiny gold, with the pink orb and angel wings molded to it.
"...Am I still here?"