Dust finger stood out in the parking lot. The wind was just right. Time for a show. A spectacular fire show. He and Farid threw the fire around, like sacks of potatoes, and the mob that had gathered around them gasped, as they watched it whirl. When the show ended, Farid walked off the stage, Gwin at his heels. Gwin crawled into the backpack waiting for the night to come. Dustfinger only had a mind to find the reader that send him back to his own world, with or without Farid. The reader Dustfinger had in mind was Darius. He didn't think Darius could read so bad when he wasn't under any pressure resulting in death if he didn't do well. Farid and Dustfinger decided to look for him with Silvertongue and Meggie. So they started off in the direction of a bus stop. They hopped on the nearest one, and told the location of the farmhouse to the bus driver. He was a skinny man, with a snow white shirt and unshaven beard. He wore a crooked smile, a sort of sinister smile. He seemed sort of familiar. Before Dustfinger and the boy could take a seat, the driver stepped on the pedal. In fifteen minutes they were at the farmhouse. Dustfinger saw the moon rising high. He let Gwin loose, and knocked on the door. No answer. The bus was still parked behind them. Dustfinger used his nibble fingers and undid the lock. With a slam, the door shut behind the pair. No Silvertoungue. No Meggie. No Resa. But there did appear to be one more figure in the room. "Hello, Dirtyfingers," a satisfied, evil voice said. Basta!