How long has it been since we arrived here?
The landscape always seemed beautiful, where ever they were. Still, Drew cried every day about it. How could something so terrible happen? Her son had turned, as simple as that. She could never understand why. No one could.
At least we don't have to see Argost anymore.
Some time ago, how long ago it was, no one could remember, a young girl, as old as Zak the last time they saw him, joined them in the strange, beautiful place. She had a lost look in her eyes, and would come to Drew. She would cry too.
The girl would tell stories about the days before her death. She knew Zak. And she regretted it.
I wish I could still talk to Zak... tell him it's not his fault... tell him it's okay.
One day the girl, who had told them her name was Melissa, never came to visit. No one worried though, for they could not die twice.
It's Argost's fault, Zak. It's Argost's fault.
An amount of time, one no one could count, passed. But all Doc thought about was how guilty Zak would feel over their deaths (except Melissa, who died later).
Zak, don't feel bad. It's okay that we're gone, because no matter what anyone does, we'd have died anyway. You would have moved on, just a little heart-broken.
More time passed, yet Melissa did not return. Still no one worried, still Drew cried, still Doc hoped.
We should be the ones who feel bad, not you.
Since his death, no one had even seen Ulraj. Then one day, he came to Doc.
Zak hasn't turned. He refuses to let himself fall to the dark. But it will just cause an even greater calamity.
What do you mean?
Before any answer came, a wailing broke through the air. Doc looked up to see Melissa with a bundle in her arms.
What is that?
Your grandson.