I was really hoping that when I got to Solara, Marshall would have died, and I wouldn't be on a mission to save every living and dead spirit in all of time and space.

I mean, it's bad enough I died for ONE mission. Now I get to move on to the place where all good spirits eventually go, and it's to save it yet again.

Well on the bright side, I got to see my girlfriend again.

There's really not much to tell on the story of the afterlife. Bobby and Marshall already went over pretty much everything, and since we're all writing this journal while we're working, it's best not to waste time adding details.

Anyway, I was just chilling out with my grandfather in my vision of the Black. Everyone in the Black has their own "vision", which is a perception of the place most known as home to that spirit. Other spirits can visit other visions, or visit the Light. But you can't talk to people there. Unless you help defeat evil spirits bent on screwing up the road, like me.

ANYWAY, I was at garden poultry munching on some fries when the Watcher known as Press appeared, along with a tall, dark-skinned woman. I had met them both before, during our adventure fighting Brennus and Damon. We also talked every now and then, for fun. That's right, I'm friends with special spirits that control where you go in the afterlife. If there was a Black Facebook, I'd add them. So Press went up to me and started talking to me about these things known as Halla and Saint Dane and other things you should understand by now.

"…Unfortunately, Alexander Naymeer's spirit was never destroyed." the woman, who was called Osa, said. "And he's still bent on bringing Ravinia to Halla."

"And… how does this concern me?" I asked. "Shouldn't you be getting the Travelers to help you?"

"We're on that already. After this I plan to talk to Bobby." Press explained. "Anyway, the concept of Solara was just so astounding to Damon, he couldn't resist the offer."

"What offer? What are you tal—oh I think I know where this is going."

"Alexander Naymeer said that Damon could have the greatest battle of all time–greater than the battles for the Rifts."

"That's big." I said calmly.

"Exactly." Osa said. "That's why we're going to take you to Solara. We need to get the Guardians, the Travelers, and acolytes. We must stop Damon and Alexander. All of Halla and the Morpheus Road is endangered."

"In other words," a voice said, "we'll be screwed."

"Maggie." I said, shocked. "I've missed you so much."

And at that point, I suddenly got whisked away from my vision. I was in a place that words could not begin to describe. There were purple clouds, and everything just felt… positive.

"Welcome," Osa said," to Sola—"