Will woke up in a cold sweat. He had been dreaming of Lyra again. This time, she felt so real, and so close, that he could have sworn she was actually there, and it wasn't his daemon he was feeling either. He looked over and, miracle of miracles, there she was.

"Lyra" he said.

She turned and looked at him, "yes, Will, it's me."

"But how?" he asked

"I've figured it out," she said. "I figured out how we can be together."

Will looked her over and noticed that she was completely naked except for two chains around her neck. One with the aletheometer, and the other with what looked like a magnifying glass.

"This glass is another way in and out of worlds. You look through it, and think real hard of the place you wanna go, and you are there. No specters and no Dust escaping."

"So you can come here whenever you like?" he asked. It was too good to be true. "And I can go there?" Now they could really wake up next to each other every day—the idea they had given up on a year ago when they had last been together in between his Oxford and Citagazze.

"And what about our Daemons?" he asked.

That's when Pan crawled up over Lyra's body and onto Will's. He caressed Pan with one hand, and Lyra with the other. They both shuddered with bliss.

Will looked over at Lyra and noticed her nakedness again, and became aware of his own. They had never been in a situation quite like this before.

Will pulled Lyra up to him and embraced her as he had so many times before, and he felt a stirring down below. Lyra felt it too. The two were overcome with the urge to know every part of the other, as if they were making up for lost time. They consummated their relationship in Mary Malone's spare room, and vowed that they would spend equal time in both worlds, so that neither of them would get sick, and they would be true to each other always.