Stitch nuzzled her wet hair. “Stitch has ohana. So Stitch will never truly break.”

No.

Stitch fell.

“Home is here,” he said firmly. Then he added, softer, “But Jumba says Stitch is broken. Like Pudge the fish if Pudge had no peanut butter sandwich. I might… stop.”

“Yes. But the ship is at bottom of the ocean. Crushed. Imploded. Very dead.”

“The spaceship,” she said. “Jumba said the thing that can fix you is in the spaceship.”

Jumba shook his head. “Is not that simple. You need a specific energy signature—the same frequency as your creation. Only one thing on this planet produces it: the Experiment Regenerator .”

“Stitch? Stitch, wake up! Please! I’ll never make you hula again! I’ll share my peanut butter! I’ll even let you be the winner at ‘Go Fish’!”