Six years have passes since Bobby Pendragon and Vo Spader of Cloral destroyed the darkness of Saint Dane. They saved all ten territories, but sacrifices had to be made. On the territory of Second Earth, six years ago, Saint Dane had captured all of Bobby's important family members and friends, including Mark and Courtney. And now…they were dead. Even with help from all the other travelers, he still couldn't believe that his friends were dead. He had tried everything. Not even his family, whom he had found were erased from all existence until the mission of the Travelers was completed, could help him now. He needed alone time.

"Hey Spader," he said. Spader was now Bobby's roommate. They lived in a rather large apartment on Second Earth. After the battle on Second Earth, there were no rules for the Travelers or Acolytes.

"Oy, Pendragon. What's up?"

"I'm going out for a walk," he said.

"You want me to come with?" Spader asked.

"Nah," Bobby said. "I'm alright. I've got some business to take care of." Bobby picked up his leather coat and walked out the door.

The night was brisk and cold. Bobby walked through the crowds, as if invisible.

"Damn," he said. "I'm worthless now. Damn….I miss her so much…" he was talking about Courtney, of course. Ever since she had been killed, he had felt empty. And the only way for that emptiness to fade away was to see Courtney's smiling face one more time. Just one more time. That's all he wanted. After that, he didn't care what happened. He just needed to see her, and tell her that he was sorry. Sorry for letting her down.

He remembered the day as it was just five minutes ago.

Saint Dane, in the form of Bobby's father, raised up his hand. A blue light appeared around the outline, and suddenly everyone human that knew or cared about Bobby Pendragon faced Saint Dane.

"Come to me." he said in a demonic tone. The people approached the demon.

"Bobby!" came the voice of Courtney through the crowd. "He's taking me over! Help me!"

Bobby stared over at his friend, Mark. He was standing directly next to Saint Dane.

"Damn," Bobby whispered. "He's gone."

"BOBBY!" Courtney cried again. "HELP ME!"

"I will!" he yelled. "I'll come back for you, I promise!"

But things didn't work out that way. Saint Dane had sent Mark to kill Bobby. Even after using all of his powers as a traveler, Bobby still couldn't get through to his friend. Finally, Bobby gave up and knocked his friend on the head harder than he intended. Mark had died on the spot. Of course Bobby regretted the kill, but he knew that if his powers didn't work, nothing would. Bobby was pretty sure that was how Mark would have wanted it anyways.

As for Courtney…Bobby would never forgive himself for her death. Saint Dane had killed her himself because she wouldn't obey orders. Bobby smiled slightly. He wasn't surprised that Courtney was the only one that put up a fight against Saint Dane, since she was one of the only people on Second Earth who knew about him and his evil. The smile faded and Bobby continued to walk. He sat himself down on a park bench on the Ave. The delicious smell of fries from Garden Poultry Deli wafted into his nose, but he didn't feel like food at the moment. Bobby stood up, and walked back down the street, towards where he used to live.

When he arrived at his old house, the sky had turned charcoal black. He stared at the lights on in the house, and the family inside. They looked so happy.

Press…

Thoughts of his dead uncle floated through Bobby's head. He could almost hear the roar of the motorcycle from that night….that fateful night.

Was it really fateful? Bobby thought. Or was it just by coincidence that some bastard came and brought me to the subway…Bobby was unsure. A sudden brightness appeared. Bobby stared at the space between the two house, and saw something he hadn't seen for six years.

Quig Eyes.

Bobby pulled a very small knife off of his belt. Ever since the death of Courtney, he had kept a knife on his belt for protection. He turned the other way as the Quig dog emerged from the shadows. This quig was different from the regular dog form. Four sharp looking spikes protruded from its back, and the yellow eyes looked darker. Scarier. Eviler.

"What the hell is going on?" Bobby shouted. "The quigs disappeared when Saint Dane died!" Bobby continued to run from the monster. "This is all messed up." he said to himself. "This must be a dream."

He arrived back at the apartment. He barged through the door, and called for Spader.

"Spader! Lock the doors!"

"Oy, Pendragon! What happened on your walk?"

"Quigs, Spader, quigs."

"Quigs?" Spader yelled. "Hobey, Pendragon, that's impossible!"

"I know," Bobby said. "That's what I thought too, but I swear to God I saw one. And it had spikes running down its back too." Spader rubbed his chin. Suddenly, Bobby's ring began to twitch. He quickly took it off his finger and threw it to the ground as the magical music began to play.

"Pendragon…..what the hell is going on?" Spader asked, becoming scared. "The rings aren't supposed to work anymore! After the last generation of Travelers defeated Saint Dane on Second Earth, the rings were deactivated! How can it be that your getting a message now?"

"I don't know…" Bobby said as the hole in the ring grew larger by the second. Finally, the music stopped and a scroll of parchment that looked to be from Denduron sat on the floor of the apartment.

"Are you gonna read it?" Spader asked.

"I suppose…." Bobby said. He bent down and picked up the scroll.