Kiera sits on the rock she has been occupying every day for the past two years. It sat on top of the sandstone plateau on which she and Jak had found the new Rift Gate. It overlooked the wasteland as the last rays of light painted everything red. Even the blue-white light coming from the gate seemed to be tinged with a ruddy hue. She looks at the Rift Gate sadly, hoping that today is the day that she will finally see Jak and Daxter come back to her. She puts her elbows on her knees and puts her face in her hands. She lets out a small sob.
She sits there, crying for five minutes before she hears the gravel crackle under someone's feet. She looks up, eyes red, to see a short man with light green skin and a log in his white hair walking toward her, leaning extremely heavily on his walking stick. “D-daddy, What are you doing here?”
“Kiera,” Samos says, “you've been coming here for the past two years. Please, come home.”
“I-I can't, Daddy. I need to be here when he gets back.”
“Dear, I need you at home. I'm not as young as I once was. Jak will come back when he is able to.”
Kiera hangs her her head. “B-but...”
She is silenced by her father putting a hand on her shoulder. “Kiera, he will be fine. There is nothing a new world can throw at him that he hasn't seen already. He is the most resourceful lad I have ever seen in my many years. He will find a way to come back to us. I know he will. Please, Kiera, come home. Tell you what. Come out here for two hours each day and spend the rest at home or with your friends. How's that sound.
Kiera sniffs deeply before slowly nodding her head. “Okay, Daddy.” She slowly stands up and puts a hand on her fathers shoulder. As the two begin walking to the Hellcat that Samos had brought, She looks back at the gate, now lighting up the completely dark landscape with its stunning blue light. “Come home, Jak.”