A/N Okie Dokey here's you second chapter! IT's a bit more low key than the other parts of the story, kind of filler to move the plot along... I could porbably take it ou, but it fits...soooo. Bonus points for anyone who catches the MercyMe reference!

~Kel POV~

Kel was sitting in Will's tree when she saw Alyss come up[ the hill and place her hand on the trunk. The young woman smiled.

"Make it back soon, Will" she said softly. Kel hadn't moved since she'd first seen her friend. Now she dropped to the ground behind her.

""I don't know about you, but in my experience dead people don't 'come back'," Kel said. "No matter how much you beg," she added bitterly.

Alyss spun around, surprise etched on her face. "You move as quiet as Will!" she exclaimed.

Kel raised an eyebrow. "No I don't," she said. She would never measure up to Ranger Will Treaty. Alyss shook her head.

"Explain your comment to the tree. Dead people don't come back."

"No they don't. But being believed dead and being actually dead are two different things."

"Huh?" Kel was completely lost. What was Alyss talking about?

"I had a dream of Will, where he said he would live for me. When I talked to Crowley about it, he said there was a slight chance Will could still be alive. He seemed to think my subconscious mind was trying to tell me something. The dead boy might have been a decoy."

"You know the Ranger Crowley?" Kel yelped. Then she realized what Alyss had said. "He might still be alive?" she asked quietly. Alyss nodded.

Her greatest hero might not be dead! He could be alive! Alive! She hugged Alyss hard.

~Gilan POV~

"Gilan!" Horace boomed. Gilan blinked and sat up.

"What?" he asked irritably. 'Let sleeping Rangers lie,' he thought.

"Where's Halt?"

"Try the deck. At the railing," Gilan said, yawning. Horace disappeared above decks. Gilan chuckled and laid back in his hammock. He knew Horace would find Halt exactly where he'd told him to look. Halt always got seasick.

~Will POV~

An hour age, his Tumujai captors had drug him ashore. Now they were coming up on what he supposed was a city.

Will was led through a jumble of tents, then more stable wood buildings that became more sound and expensive looking as they walked towards the center of the city.

'This must be the richer part of they city,' he realized.

At the center of the city rose a building made of stone. That was where the Tumujai were taking him.

The people in the streets jeered at him as he passed. Will raised his chin. He refused to be afraid of them.

A few people shrunk back at the fire in his. Will noted most of the people out in the streets were men.

He had almost no time to ponder this before they had reached the stone building. Will was marched through halls and down stairs. A heavy wooden door now stood in their path.

'The dungeon,' Will thought with dread.

He wouldn't look anywhere but ahead as the Tumujai led him through the dark, torch-lit dungeon. He was thrown into a dark, cold cell. A chain was clamped around his ankle.

'Just wonderful,' Will thought. As his captors left, Will felt a wave of homesickness crash over him, threatening to drown him. He missed the bright, sunny days and green rolling hills of Araluen. He missed the cold, snowy winters. He missed his friends. He missed Alyss.

'I've never been more home sick than now,' Will thought miserably. 'I didn't even have time to say goodbye.'

"I hate homesickness," Will said to no one. His voice echoed in the emptiness.

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