The hallway we are moving through is completely silent; not a sound comes from behind any of the iron cell doors as we creep past them, glancing from side to side.

The complete lack of sound, as before, in the square, is unnerving. I have come to associate silence with the Assassins, but that doesn't mean it frightens me any less, particularly such a dead silence as prevails in the depths of their very compound. I would have expected screams, or moaning, or at least some sort of noise from the prisoners behind the doors, but there is nothing; nothing but silence.

Makes you wonder how they keep them so quiet…

I gaze around as we continue to walk, searching for any sign of anything that might mark a door out as belonging to Saïx; a sign, or a mark, or something, but every door appears to be the same; endless walls of iron grey, crossed by the same thin, dully gleaming bars. It would be very easy to get lost in here.

I shiver as the thought crosses my mind, and my fingers tighten inadvertently around Umi's hand, my palm growing slick with sweat. I am extremely glad that I didn't decide to come here alone, or my mission would most certainly have ended in my death, wandering the dungeons alone in this awful, oppressive, endless silence; as unceasing as the seemingly infinite corridor itself.

After we have walked some distance, it occurs to me that there have been absolutely no turns or hallways or branching-offs of any sort since we exited the lift what feels like forever ago. Surely, Riku, Pyra and Emi cannot be that far in front of us, though I can't see them there. They certainly won't have found anything different than we have, much less made it to an entirely different area of the dungeon. There seems to be only one area to search.

I squeeze Umi's fingers quietly, indicating that I have a question for her, or at least trying to indicate that. She might simply believe that my fingers are tightening in a fear reaction.

There is no answer to my slight movement; I sigh a little and continue walking, my feet feeling like heavy leaden blocks.

Well, what did I expect? Riku told us to be silent, didn't he? I'll just have to wait and see what happens.

To distract myself from the monotonous greyness around me, I let my thoughts drift unguarded for once. My mind returns again to Mika's words before we exited the lift, and her downcast, wary expression, her emerald eyes shielded behind walls almost as blank as the dungeon around us.

Something about her behavior concerning this whole mission has just been… off. I wonder to myself, again, if she might not suspect me of being the traitor.

That'd make sense, I guess… I mean, it could explain why she's acting uncomfortable to talk to me, and why she flinched back when I touched her, and why she's so nervous about this… but where would she get an idea like that?

It occurs to me that she said she was running errands for the Elders while she was gone; it's possible that one of them said something about me that stuck in her mind and held there.

But why would she believe them? I'm her best friend! She can trust me; she knows that!

I feel a little offended, now, at this, although I don't know why I should. I'm not even entirely sure that the answer I've come up with is the right one, although it sounds more and more plausible that it is. Still… why would Mika believe a bunch of superstitious old Elders over her best friend?

Well… they are Diviners. Maybe she was trying to use her reason.

I glare internally at my stupid rational side, but it's a good explanation, and one I can't feel entirely offended over, since I might have done the same thing in that situation.

Okay, well, I probably wouldn't have, but I might.

Feeling my burning curiosity stirring within my chest again, and glancing forward to see that the corridor still does not appear to be growing any closer to an end, I let my thoughts flow in a different direction, and one I have not pursued in some time.

My sister Liseth is somewhere in this compound, walking above me, doing whatever it is that Assassins do. Probably sleeping, since it is nighttime.

I wonder if she ever thinks about me, while she's going about her daily routines as an initiate of this secretive and guarded Guild; if she ever remembers the sister who held her and stroked her violet hair in comfort as we waited on a dais what seems like aeons ago, to have our lives decided for us in the stroke of a clock's second hand.

I wonder if she was there among those gathered, hooded Assassins in the square, watching me with once-bright cobalt eyes, now turned dull and hard by cruelty and impassivity.

The thought sends a trickle of cold down my spine; I wouldn't be able to bear it if my sweet and innocent sister were ruined by the Assassins' emotionlessness.

No; I have to believe she's still herself; that somehow, she's kept the innocence she had, even in the face of all of… this. I have to believe it.

I reach up and clasp the white shell necklace around my neck, a token I haven't taken off since the day after our Rite; the day she gave it to me and we said our goodbyes, possibly forever.

I have to believe it.

"Stop."

Umi's voice is low and nearly inaudible, and I almost don't hear it to follow the command. Just in time, my brain commands my feet to cease their movement, and I skid a little as I stop behind Umi, looking around.

We have come to what appears to be some kind of enormous hub center or cul-de-sac; the heart of the dungeon is an accurate way to describe what it appears to be. The room is much larger than the corridor we apparently just exited, almost twice our height and as wide across as the immense dining hall back at Maison Etoile. Corridors branch off in every direction from its sides, each hallway labeled at the top with a letter in bold black engraving over the stone. The corridor directly across from us is labeled 'A;' looking back, I see that the corridor we just exited is labeled 'L.'

In the very center of the room stands a large pedestal, and on it rests what looks like a huge book, its pages seeming to shimmer with some kind of energy, which hovers in a distinct aura around the shape of the tome.

"I didn't know the Assassins had access to spellbooks like that," I say quietly, discarding the need to be silent for a moment as I regard the book in something between repressed terror and awe. "That thing is huge."

Umi has let go of both my hand and Mika's and we are visible again, as are Riku, Pyra and Emi in front of us. Both Riku and Umi look slightly tired, though neither one appears nearly as exhausted as Umi was after the trip through Maison Etoile. I guess Umi was right about it being easier to erect the blinding cloaks in here, where it's darker; we've been walking for a much longer time, but they only seem a little winded.

"That's not a spellbook," Riku answers me, his voice hushed. "I guess you could say it's sort of a record book. Census record is the best way to describe it, although it makes it sound a little less sinister than it really is."

"Well, what's it for?" Pyra asks him, keeping her voice low as well and staring up at the monstrous book in awe.

"It's to keep a record of every prisoner both currently and formerly held in the Assassins' Complex dungeons," Riku explains seriously, turning to face her. "That energy you see hovering over the pages is the data containing the name, age, House, Guild, personal information, and cell of every single prisoner that we have and ever have had within these walls. An Assassin with the correct code can access and read the data, and find out where any specific prisoner they might want to locate can be found."

My eyes widen at this information.

If we could access the database, we could use it to find Saïx…

"Do you have the code?" Emi asks him, her thoughts apparently following the same track as mine.

Riku shakes his head with a slightly bitter expression. "No, I don't. I would have had it if we'd waited a little longer to come to the Diviners' Complex, but… snap decisions were made, and I'm out of the Assassins' public trust." He gives a mirthless little laugh. "Sorry."

The four of us Diviners glance around at one another, looking crestfallen, although that's not much of a change for Mika's expression.

"Do you know who would have the code?" I ask him, though knowing doesn't really give me any ideas of how to solve this problem; we'd have to get the code from whoever the person was first.

"Guildmaster Sirix," he replies immediately. "And probably Toran Rain and Celine Marcellette… possibly Axel Hokama… ummmm…" He trails off for a moment, and then shakes his head. "I can't think of anyone else."

"Do you know any of those people?" I ask.

"I know Toran," he replies. "And I know Axel, vaguely, although we've never really been close. But we'd have to go all the way back to the lift and back up to the residential level to find them, and that'd be wasting precious time that we can't afford to lose."

I sigh in frustration, my mind whirring as I attempt to figure out some other solution to this problem. The rest of them are all thinking as well; I can read it in the concentrated radiance of their auras around me.

Suddenly, an idea clicks into my mind.

"I think I might know how to get the code without asking any of those people," I say slowly. "But we've got to be fast; we've been standing here for quite a while, and who knows when someone could walk in and find us?"

Riku nods a little, looking at me. "What's your plan?"

"It's something I learned from Master Luna Diviner," I explain, looking at him, my hands moving emphatically as I outline the plan. "When we were working on a Divination together once, he asked me to lend him my Sight."

"Well, I mean, he's blind, but how does that-?" Riku begins, looking confused.

I shake my head. "No, no, not my actual sight; my clairvoyant Sight. My fortune-Sight. The Diviner magic that lets us see the future."

His eyebrows rise. "All… right. I didn't know you could do that, but I still don't see how it really helps us…"

"If I, and the rest of my friends, channel our Sight into the data reservoir up there," I say, getting more excited by the second, "maybe we could read it, somehow. I mean, it's made of magic, right? That means it's got to be aware, on at least some lower level."

Riku looks at me dubiously. "Are you sure that would work? I mean, not to discount your idea or anything, but… it's an energy field, and you're a bunch of initiate Diviners."

I bite my lips a little, looking back at him.

"No, I'm not sure it'd work," I answer him honestly. "I'm not sure at all. But… what choice do we really have? We've got no time and no other way to get the code, and we can't just wander off and try to find the Master. We'd never get back out again; if we didn't get lost, some other Assassins would find us and kill us."

Riku regards me intently for a moment, his eyes seeming to stare into my soul, as if there's something he can find there. I stand and let him look, staring back unflinchingly, resolved not to look away. Faintly, I hear Saïx's voice in my memory, my fingers trembling a little as the words whisper across my consciousness.

You are not useless without me, Naxanz. You may not be an Elder or a Master, but you are a wonderful student; and what's more, you are clever and observant. If there is a problem to solve, I have complete faith that you will devise a solution. And besides… do you not know that I am always with you? In your heart, wherever you go, I am with you; as you are in my own.

One hand rises slowly to my chest as I continue to stare at Riku impassively.

I have to do this, for Saïx.

Riku sighs, his gaze relaxing from its intensity.

"Do whatever you think might work," he says quietly, standing aside to allow me passage toward the record tome. As I walk past him, however, he speaks again.

"Just do it fast. I don't know how much time we've got left."

Slowly, feeling a little intimidated, I walk past the rest of my group and up to the foot of the giant pedestal, ascending it with wobbling steps to stand before the great book, its radiant energy powerful enough to send a slight tingle through my body. This close, I can actually hear the thrum of power surrounding the tome; it sounds like the buzzing of a swarm of dormant bees.

The book itself is even bigger than I had imagined, bound in bloodred leather, with the pages shimmering a brilliant, blinding white, reflecting the light from the lock's energy field. This thing is more complex and more daunting than any magical challenge or exercise I ever faced with Saïx; and this time, I don't have his help.

For a moment, I feel a fleeting gust of fear; a cold jolt through my stomach and down my spine.

It's so big, and I'm so small…

Then, there comes a wave of warmth from the back of my neck, seeming to radiate from the clip pinned there, traveling throughout my body to drive back the cold.

You can do it.

I smile a little as the projection of his voice from the talisman enters my mind.

I can do this, and I will. I have to.

Exhaling, my breath trembling as it leaves my lungs, I reach my hand out slowly and touch the energy field.

Instantly, my entire field of vision is consumed by darkness.

I feel nothing.

I see nothing.

I am floating in a black, barren void; I am no longer body, no longer vessel for heart or soul; I am heart and soul. All that remains of me is my bitter, naked essence, my container worn down and stripped away by the powerfully pulsing streams of magic flowing all around and through me. The sensation is one of complete, raw vulnerability.

Slowly, I come to the realization that though all around me is dark, there are still things to be seen. Meandering through the darkness in random, lazy paths float the swirls of energy that must comprise the great record's energy field; each one is a pale, smoky trail in a different color than the last. There appear to be hundreds of them, twisting around me in sedate loop-the-loops and figure eights that make what could pass for my eyes cross with the degree of their complexity.

Trying to inhale, and then realizing that in here, such a feat is impossible, I turn my focus to the task of finding the core of the energy field; the level on which the magic comes together and takes cognizant, aware form. If I can find that, I may be able to use my abilities, and I can only hope that by now, my friends have taken the initiative to stand at my side and grant me their Sight, to persuade the core to put down its barriers for us, or at least to give us its access code.

It occurs to me that I have no idea how to move; if I can't do that, I'm essentially stuck here and may as well give up now.

Concentrating hard, I float still for about five minutes, attempting to mentally direct my essence in some direction. The only fruit of my endeavor is a pounding ache in my corporeal brain that I can feel, even to some degree, here.

Sighing, I mentally cross my arms.

How do you move with no legs in an airless, lightless magical void?

You ask the magic to direct you.

I almost flinch at the sudden answer, the voice seemingly both loud and booming and quiet and gentle at the same time.

That must be the core, I think to myself. It must sense that I'm here.

Tentatively, I glance around at the streams of color surrounding me, wondering how in the worlds to communicate with them, and, when I figure that out, which one to ask for assistance.

It does not matter which; all roads here have the same destination. Seek, and you will soon find.

Okay… so, that answers that question.

I heave another sigh, an action that seems to be becoming quite common for me lately, and focus my attention on a nearby blue stream that reminds me of a river beneath the summer sun. Feeling foolish, but without a really legitimate alternative, I reach out my mental consciousness, trying to touch the stream.

Can you take me to the core, please? Will you help me?

The stream's motion does not pause, but from the darkness, another voice, neither my own nor that of the core, answers me, its cadences calm and rational.

For what purpose do you seek our core?

I float silently again, trying to figure out how to phrase my answer. Again, I think of Saïx and his eloquent speeches in the Diviners' Guild dining hall.

You know the Assassins, don't you? I ask the stream.

I can sense an affirmation in the answer; a feeling that is broadcast along with the words. I do. They are the ones who speak with us most often. It is to their call that our answer comes. Why do you inquire of them?

I am thankful that I cannot actually exhale in here; if I could, my breaths would be trembling uncontrollably.

The Assassins' Guild has imprisoned someone I care about… my best friend. I have to get him out.

The stream appears to consider my words; finally, the answer comes back to me, accompanied by a steady, neutral feeling.

I will take you to the core. Perhaps you may manage a negotiation.

Feeling unsteadily relieved, I can only watch as my field of vision slides sideways to merge with the blue stream. I am suddenly surrounded by the color, being carried along by a gentle tugging sensation all around me, like the slow, sedentary current of a real river. The feeling is almost relaxing, and I remind myself where it is that I am, and what I am supposed to be doing. I cannot afford to lose focus.

During the time I spend within the depths of the blue stream of magic, which I cannot even begin to measure effectively, I let my thoughts drift back, both to Saïx and to Mika. My two best friends in the worlds; I know them both better than I do anyone else.

Well, at least… I thought I did.

I am still relatively certain of the closeness of my connection with Saïx, but Mika… she is keeping something from me. I can feel it every time we get close; it's a heavy weight in her aura and in her composure, keeping her barred and secluded from the rest of us.

It makes me worried.

Eventually, lost in these thoughts, I look up when the flow of the magical stream suddenly comes to a halt, suspending me motionless once more.

We have arrived.

I turn myself, which I am relieved to find that I can do with my mind, and behold the entity that is the record's core.

The core appears to be a gigantic amalgamation of every color composing every stream that floats its gentle way through the darkness of this void; a bright, white, glowing nebula that pierces the blackness with startling clarity. The raw energy emanating from it is so powerful that I have to squint; or, at least, I would if I had any eyes here.

Slowly, I gather my wits about me. This has to be done correctly.

You are the core of this magical field?

The first question leaves my consciousness, and I wait for some reply; any reply.

I am that, small one. Who are you?

The loud and booming quality is more prominent this close to it, and I have to fight not to squeak in anxiety when I reply.

My name is Naxanz Aotora. I'm a Diviner.

There is a moment's pause as the core seems to absorb the information.

Diviner? How did you get in here?

I wish I could lie to it, tell it I was invited, or something, but I know better. I learned long ago, from Saïx, that it is impossible to lie through a connection of the mind. If you know something, it is better to assume that the other party will know it too.

I sneaked in. I had the assistance of two of the Assassins.

I pray that it will not be so angry with me that it refuses to help. Quietly, I wait for its response, crossing my figurative fingers.

And why did you put yourself at risk in such a manner? it queries slowly. Surely there is not such a great prize within the Assassins' Guild that you risk your life and the question of your Guild loyalties to seek it?

This is the test. I must answer with the utmost care now; angering it could get us completely shut out.

The Assassins have imprisoned a man here; a Diviner man, I reply, choosing vague words as a start.

The core's reply is accompanied by disinterest. The Assassins have imprisoned many Diviner men here. I remember them not. Why would that information be of importance to you?

Picking my way excruciatingly around the details, I reply, They have imprisoned this man recently; only in the last day or so.

Again, the response is disinterested and neutral. They have imprisoned several. How would you expect me to remember all? I am the guardian of all condemned names in the Assassins' Guild.

It's certainly not going to make this easy for me.

The man they imprisoned is the brother of the Assassins' Guildmaster, I reply. Perhaps the vagueness is what is upsetting it.

There have been three recent prisoners from House Rain, is the return, and I sense a lessening in the disinterest now. So I was right.

More than that… he is the Diviners' Guildmaster, I clarify. He is very powerful… and he's blind.

The core's reply now is completely neutral, without tone at all. I know him. Why do you seek his location? Of what importance is he to you that you would be willing to risk your life for him?

Honesty is best; honesty is always best…

I love him, I reply truthfully. He's my best friend.

The core seems to be laughing at me now.

And what does that matter to me? I cannot love; I am a purely magical entity. Love means nothing to me. I feel no sympathy. If that is his only value, then I will not help you.

I feel a sharp stab of fear through my consciousness, but I force myself to drive it back, trying to come up with an answer that will suit the core's sensibilities; something that is completely separate from all emotion or personal attachment. I have to think logically…

He's the Diviner Guildmaster, I reply suddenly. If the Assassins keep him prisoner, the Diviners will not let it go lightly, I can promise you that. I'm only the first, but more powerful Diviners than I will follow, and they will not be kind to you as I have been. You may find your usefulness… severely diminished.

There is a longer pause now; I hope the core is seriously considering my response now.

Finally, the answer comes back to me, careful and a little conceding now. Your words are true… the imprisonment of a Guildmaster is a tenuous thing… and it is true, I can sense, that those who followed you would not allow me to continue existing in the same capacity that I comfortably occupy right now. However… I cannot allow you access to this man's location without my access code.

Here is the pivotal question; I inhale deeply before speaking.

Can you tell me what your access code is?

There is another long and agonizing pause; I wait with my imaginary breath held, praying that what I have said is enough to make it want to help me. It seems to be making me wait on purpose, extending the period of my anxiety at its leisure.

Finally, the answer comes, the voice quieter now, as if whispering a secret.

Hold your hand over the tome and say, with precise clarity, the incantation 'revelis en conceptum.' Only then will my power diminish and allow you access to the information you seek. But you must swear on your life never to reveal the access code to another living soul, or a curse will seek you out for the rest of your days.

The relief that sweeps through me is so great that I can almost feel my physical knees buckling with it.

Thank you… I promise, I'll never reveal it to anyone.

The core does not respond to me again; filled with elation, I concentrate hard, diving back within myself and pulling with all my strength at the magical cords connecting my consciousness to the energy field.

All at once, they snap, and complete darkness shatters my vision once again.

I come to lying on the stone floor before the book, which still buzzes with powerful, almost electric magic. My three friends and the two Assassins stand over me with worried looks on their faces.

"Are you all right?" Pyra asks, her teal eyes filled with concern and anxiety. "We followed you up to the book and started channeling our Sight, and then you just collapsed."

"I got… the access code…" I pant, managing a victorious grin through the weariness and headache that suddenly consumes my body.

They all look delighted, except for Mika, whose face twists as if she has just swallowed sour milk.

"Well done, Nax!" Emi says, squeezing my shoulder proudly.

"Impressive," Riku allows, with a small grin. "You've proved me wrong."

Umi laughs, her own smile wide. "Excellently done."

Pyra gives me a sideways grin. "Great job," she says sincerely.

Tiredly, but with great pride, I force myself to stand, wobbling a little on my shaky legs. Instantly, Pyra and Emi are there to support me until I can manage to stand without the rush of dizziness.

"So, what's the access code?" Emi asks curiously.

I am about to answer her, but then I remember what the core made me swear.

"I can't tell anyone else what it is," I say solemnly. When she opens her mouth to protest, I hold up a hand. "Not because I don't want to; the core made me promise not to, or else I'd be followed by a curse for the rest of my life."

There is a pause; grudgingly, Emi closes her mouth, looking reluctantly acceptant of my excuse.

"I know how to activate it, though," I tell her. "If everyone can turn away and close their eyes and ears, I can get us in."

"You heard her," Pyra says immediately. "Everyone do it."

I am surprised at the efficiency and speed with which my order is followed; everyone immediately turns and covers their ears with their hands, their eyes closed tightly, leaving me alone within a circle of people, facing the book.

Slowly, I approach it again, with a slight smile now that its secret is mine to keep.

You don't intimidate me anymore.

I stretch my hand out over the brilliant ivory pages of the volume, my skin buzzing with the force of the energy surrounding the podium. Glancing around once to make sure the others really aren't watching or listening, I turn back to face the pages, staring down at them and concentrating on my magic as I recite, with precise enunciation, the incantation that I was given.

"Revelis en conceptum!"

Immediately, I pull my hand back as the energy field surrounding the book begins to hum dangerously, glowing a brilliant blue-white. For a moment, I am afraid that the core tricked me, and I have suddenly condemned us all to a fiery doom in the pits of the Assassins' Complex.

Slowly, though, the glow fades away, as does the buzz of the energy field surrounding the book, leaving it open and unprotected on the podium before me.

Feeling victorious, I turn around, calling loudly to my friends, "You can look now."

Their hands come away from their ears, and they turn to me and walk up the steps to the podium with something like awe. Riku steps up beside me, and together, we examine the pages of the book.

It appears to be almost like a dictionary or reference tome, except that where in those books would be words or items, these pages are lined with names. Each name is written in bold, blocky font, and beneath it is written a detailed list of information about that person. The book is so huge; there must be thousands of names in it. I am amazed and slightly disturbed that the Assassins have kept that many prisoners.

The name we are looking at on the page at the present moment is 'Kai Mizu;' we appear to be in the section containing the names of prisoners from the smaller Houses.

"House Rain would be toward the front, wouldn't it?" I ask Riku. "Because it's big?"

He looks about to answer, but then an astonishing thing happens; as we watch, the book's pages begin turning themselves, flipping with surprising speed until they come to rest on a page that is mostly blank, emblazoned with only a few words in elegant, scripted writing.

Compiled List of Prisoners from the House of Rain.

"Well… that's convenient," I remark, a little awestruck. Turning back to the book completely, I flip the first page over. The list of names begins on the back of the title page, beginning with 'A,' names like 'Akashi' and 'Aiwa' and other such things, all written in neat alphabetical order.

"I'm not wasting time on this," I mutter, taking my hand away from the page. "S—" I close my mouth suddenly, remembering at the last second his refusal to tell anyone his name.

"What's wrong?" Pyra asks.

"The Master's name," I reply, palming my forehead. "He doesn't want anyone else to know it."

"I seriously doubt that he cares at this point," Emi says frankly. "And we're running out of time."

"Just… humor me, okay?" I ask her. "Please?"

She rolls her eyes, but covers her ears, and I watch as they all do the same. When they are suitably deafened, I say his name to the pages of the book.

"Saïx Rain."

The pages immediately begin turning; my friends lower their hands from their ears and watch the book as it directs itself to the information that we seek.

It stops abruptly, the pages settling into their smooth, flat whiteness again. We are on the 'S' section, at its very beginning. I look toward the top of the first page, searching desperately.

Saida… Saiki… Sairu… come on, where—Saïx. There.

There is his name, written in scrawling block letters halfway down the first column. I stare at it eagerly, trying to read the information written under it.

Birth date… already know it; physical information… already know it; status… well, duh; original name?

I pause at that; I had thought his only name was Saïx.

Then again, I did change my own name… Curiously, I look at the column of information next to the labels.

Isa Rain.

Well, that's… different. I've never heard him mention anything about being called Isa.

Focus, Nax. You can be curious later. I start scanning through the labels again, my eyes moving rapidly. Abilities… Guild… affiliations… But where's—okay, here; location. Aaaand…

"Cell thirteen-X," I say, looking up from the pages with a grin of relief. "That's where he is."

Riku looks impressed. "He has a cell on Block Thirteen? Sirix must be some wicked degree of scared if she locked him in there."

I feel a surge of vindictive pride at that. "She should be," I say, with a mirthless grin.

"Okay, we can have gloating time later," Emi says. "Come on, we need to go find him."

I nod at that. "Where's Block Thirteen?"

Riku points back toward where we came in, and slightly off to the left. Only then do I notice the only one of the branching corridors that isn't humongous; it's a small and inconspicuous hallway, labeled with a modest and un-embellished Roman numeral thirteen over the door; the only one of the corridors labeled with a number instead of a single letter.

"That's Block Thirteen," Riku says. "It's where all the most dangerous and powerful 'criminals' are kept. It's a dead-end hallway, and there are only twenty-six cells."

"Then let's go," I say. "Hopefully we can find him and get him out before anyone shows up to get us."

Riku nods, and I lead the way down from the podium, whispering a soft 'thank you' to the book. When we are all back on the ground, I inhale deeply, fix my sights on the small corridor, and lead the way at a fast-paced walk toward it.

We are going to find him.