Two thoughts struck Ming at once after hearing the announcement to abandon ship: his wife and the rest of his family. He'd been in their cabin with his father-in-law and his bright blue eyes stared at the older man. "Let's go, son," Nalas said. He was not strictly a military man, only an old resistance fighter, but that experience taught him many things. "We'll catch up with Vilya at the shuttle." Ming nodded sharply and grabbed the satchel he usually used to carry his books and study materials. He began cramming it with anything he'd need for the baby. He had no idea if they'd be able to return for 'things' but it didn't matter. He didn't really need anything material. Except this, he mused as he picked up his ancient Bible and carefully placed it among Zachan's things. "That's it, I think," he finally said. Nalas had been holding his beloved grandson, wrapped in the blanket Vilya made for him. He shook his head and nodded toward the baby's sleeper. "He needs them, too, Ming." "Yeah," Ming said with a sober chuckle. He stuffed the pink elephant and the teddy bear into the satchel. "My boy needs his first gifts from his Aunt Anna." "Exactly. Now, let's go."