It was quickly ten o'clock at night.
"Good night."
Peter glanced at Star-Lord, who was wearing blue children's pajamas, and prepared to turn off the light and leave the room.
"Dad."
Star-Lord, lying on the bed, suddenly called out to him.
"What is it?"
Peter walked back, sat by the bed, and stroked his hair.
"Dad, is Miss Kelly my mother?"
After a moment of silence, Star-Lord suddenly asked Peter.
Peter was stunned for a moment, then looked at his puzzled eyes, "Why do you ask that?"
"I often dream, Dad."
Star-Lord blinked and pulled the blanket tighter.
"Dream?"
When Peter heard Star-Lord say he dreamed, his brows furrowed slightly.
Mark also often dreamed, and what he dreamed about was all about his previous life in The Boys world.
Now Star-Lord also said he often dreamed.
Could it be that these babies who fell from the sky will all come into contact with their past lives through dreams in the future?
"What did you dream about, Star-Lord?"
He was a little curious about what Star-Lord had dreamed.
"I was abducted by aliens."
Star-Lord said with some dejection, "I ran out of the house, it was very dark at night, and then I saw a bright light flash, right above my head, an alien spaceship sucked me inside, and then… then I was kidnapped, left Earth, could never see my family again, and could never come back."
"I heard my mother calling me, but I was getting further and further away from her, and we… we would never see each other again."
At this point, Star-Lord looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Dad, will I be taken by aliens? And then I'll never see you again, I'm scared… I'm scared these things will happen."
Listening to Star-Lord's words, Peter paused for a moment, organized his thoughts, and comforted him, "No, these things will never happen, it's just a dream."
"It's just a dream, you fell asleep, a long journey, a long night, a low haze, an incredible illusion, Star-Lord, this is the magic of dreams, it's just a story derived from our minds, a part of our life journey, unrelated to reality."
"Dad, are dreams really unrelated to reality?"
"Yes, it's unrelated to reality."
Hearing Peter's affirmative words, Star-Lord let out a long sigh of relief, "So that means I'll never be kidnapped by aliens, and I'll never leave Earth, right?"
Peter nodded, "Dad swears to you, you will never be kidnapped by aliens, and even if it happens, Dad will rescue you, even beyond the Milky Way Galaxy."
"Then it's a deal."
Star-Lord held out his hand to make a pinky promise with Peter.
"It's a deal."
Peter made a pinky promise with him.
After coaxing Star-Lord to sleep, Peter entered his own room and unwrapped the package.
The gift from Star-Lord came into his view—a handmade cassette tape.
He picked up the simple cassette tape, which had different songs spliced together, and looked out at the dark night outside the window.
It seems… this kid Star-Lord's thoughts are far more delicate than they appear on the surface.
The next day, Kent Farm.
After Jonathan woke up, he found his motorcycle was gone.
"Martha!"
Jonathan, thinking the motorcycle had been stolen, quickly called his wife, "Our motorcycle is gone."
Martha rushed over after hearing the sound, only to see that the place where the motorcycle used to be was now empty.
She looked around, "Impossible! We didn't hear any sound at all last night, unless someone could just carry the motorcycle away."
Jonathan's brows furrowed at the words, carry it away directly? A motorcycle?!
Just as the two were puzzled, they suddenly heard the roar of a motorcycle accelerating!
Listening to the familiar engine sound, the couple turned around in astonishment, only to see Clark riding the motorcycle, wearing a pair of red sunglasses.
"Clark?"
Jonathan looked at the showy Clark in surprise, and his temper immediately flared up, "You didn't say hello to us, and you went out alone on the motorcycle?"
"Sorry, Dad, I just experienced the feeling of freedom."
Clark said nonchalantly.
"Freedom? You have your own mission, you can't be free, Clark."
Jonathan suppressed his anger, "You went out last night, didn't you?"
"Yes, I went out and experienced the feeling of flying, it was the most unforgettable time I've ever had."
"You're going too far, Clark."
Jonathan frowned at him, "Do you know how worried this makes your mother and me?"
"Then you two should never worry again, I'm leaving here forever."
Clark said as he walked into the house, and a moment later came back with his luggage, putting it on the motorcycle.
"Clark?!"
Seeing her son's actions, Martha immediately spoke to stop him, "Are you leaving the farm?"
"Otherwise, I'll stay here, continue farming, and let you constantly doubt me and stop me from doing what I want to do?"
At this, Clark's tone became a little heavier, "You've never truly trusted me!"
Clark took off his sunglasses, his tone returning to a relaxed one as he said to the two, "My Godfather is different, he always trusts me, encourages me, and he's also willing to see me become a person who breaks free from shackles, he's like my real father, I'm leaving here, leaving here forever, to live with my Godfather."
Hearing Clark's rebellious words, Jonathan's chest instantly filled with anger.
"Clark, I hope you listen to what you're saying right now, you—"
As he spoke, he took a step closer to Clark and looked at the ring on his hand, "You look a bit off, it must be that red ring."
Clark was organizing his luggage, and hearing Jonathan's words, he looked up and faced him.
"Are you still mad that I bought that ring? It's really pathetic, Dad, Mom, you're always dwelling on these unimportant little things."
"Clark, you don't know what you're doing."
Jonathan said, trying to reach out and take the ring from Clark's hand.
But Clark, quick-witted, dodged the hand reaching for him.
"No, no, no, you don't want to touch me."
Seeing Clark's increasingly excessive actions, Martha, standing nearby, shouted at him, "Clark, stop, look at what you're doing?"
Jonathan saw his son's arrogant demeanor, and his stubborn temper flared up. He quickly walked back in front of Clark with a furrowed brow, and said firmly, "Clark, give me the ring!"
"What if I say no?!"
Clark didn't back down at all.
For a moment, the atmosphere between father and son became tense.
"Clark, you're not thinking clearly right now, this is your father, you need to calm down."
Martha advised Clark, "Perhaps it's the Ruby ring in your hand that's making you lose your mind and not be yourself."
Jonathan continued Martha's words, "Yes, you've been acting strange ever since you put on this ring, Clark, it might change your personality."
"You mean—"
Clark looked hesitantly at the Ruby ring on his finger, "I'm doing these things and saying these words because of it?"
"Exactly, so you must take it off."
"Take it off?"
Unexpectedly, Clark's expression suddenly changed, and he laughed, "You're wrong, I should have bought it sooner."
He secured his luggage on the motorcycle, "If you want to stay in this rotten place your whole lives, then keep staying, that's your problem, I'm sick of this poor life."
Clark's words completely enraged Jonathan.
"Hey, Clark, listen up!"
Jonathan raised his voice, "We're not a rich family, but we've never owed you anything."
"I can make my own money."
Clark confronted Jonathan, "I have superpowers, I can become a football player, a TV and sports star, it's you who forced me to suppress myself."
With that, Clark turned around, ready to get on the motorcycle and leave.
"No!"
Jonathan grabbed the handlebars and said in an agitated tone, "We're protecting you, we don't want anyone to take you away."
"Protect me?"
Clark sneered, "Ridiculous statement, why not say you're exploiting me? I'm just a tool you use to run the farm."
"But now, everything will change!"
"Boom!"
Clark gave his father a devilishly charming and wild smile, then twisted the throttle.
With a "boom," the motorcycle shot out like a raging bull.
The smoke and dirt spewed by the motorcycle enveloped the stunned Jonathan and Martha.
At the same time, Patrick Farm.
Peter had gone out on business, so only Mark and Star-Lord were at the farm.
"You didn't actually record it yesterday, did you?!"
Mark, who most likely knew he had been tricked last night, asked Star-Lord angrily.
"I don't know, maybe I did, maybe I didn't, I forgot."
Star-Lord naturally wouldn't tell him the truth.
He still needed the recording as leverage to threaten Mark.
If the other party really wanted to hit him, he would threaten to give the recording to Dad, and he believed Mark would definitely not mess around then.
He would never hand over something so important to him.
"One day, I'll send you to the Kavachi Tribe."
Mark said unwillingly.
After returning to his room in a gloomy mood, he took a few deep breaths and suddenly caught sight of the dairy cows in the cowshed.
Thinking that Peter wasn't home, he suddenly felt a little restless.
Five minutes later.
Mark walked to a dairy cow with an iron bucket, looked left and right, confirmed that Star-Lord was still in the room and no one was paying attention to him, then squatted down to milk the cow.
"Splat!"
"Splat!"
Fresh milk was squeezed into the iron bucket. Mark sniffed the slightly fishy milk, and a strange, indescribable feeling arose in his heart.
Although he knew he shouldn't be doing this, it was as if he was addicted, fascinated by this pure, natural milk.
After glancing around guiltily again, he picked up the iron bucket, ready to taste the freshly squeezed milk.
Unexpectedly, he had just taken a sip when he heard the roar of a motorcycle approaching.
Then, to his dumbfounded gaze, Clark, wearing red sunglasses, rode a motorcycle towards the farm.
"Screech!"
Stopping the motorcycle, Clark put down the kickstand, got off, took off his sunglasses, and greeted Mark, who still had a trace of milk on the corner of his mouth.
"Hey, John."
"Clark?"
Mark didn't bother to hide the iron bucket and asked in surprise, "Did you become a Biker? Or are you going to play Mad Max?"