"Let me see the journal." Jet commanded.

"No, I'm still reading it." Virginia turned away.

They had just seen the city of Lamuria disappear in the pitch black of the night. To make up for the loss of light they had started a fire even though they knew it would not help in the long run. Emma could see it easily. Still, they needed the light, and, they both knew the cold was coming.

"Virginia, let me see it." Jet demanded with squinted eyes.

"Hold on. Let me read it because it is MINE and then you can read it." She pushed him away. Jet has grown wary of any movement headed for him from Virginia so of course he backed away catiously.

He crossed his arms and sat back against the same rock they had slept by the night before. "Fine. Just hurry it up."

It was silent for a few moments as she read through the passages written in the book. "I found something."

"Oh?" He glanced away as if he were not interested. He was though.

"Yeah, I found out the history of Inner-Filgaia. My mother must have found this legend or something written somewhere." Virginia noted.

"Pheh. How can we rely so heavily on a dead woman?" Jet huffed. He only did that because he wanted to see if he could see his breath yet. She dropped her gaze from him back to the book and quietly stared at it. He glanced her way. He looked down and into the fire. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Like what?"

"Well, in some rude insensitive way." Jet shrugged. "Whatever. You can think of me in any way. I really don't care."

"I didn't think of you insensitive or rude even though your words were...Still, they hurt Jet." She softly replied.

"What? You want an apology? I'm the one who got kicked in the...whatever." He was not about to go into private parts with her.

"I said I was sorry about that!" She fumed. "Besides, it's not the same Jet. Emotional wounds hurt longer than any stupid physical ones!"

"What if I were a cripple?"

She paused. "That's...something different then."

"Oh, I see." He scoffed.

"Jet?"

"Yeah?"

She looked away. "Nothing."

"Then don't talk. It wastes time and air." Jet coolly replied.

"Do you still want to hear about what my mother wrote?"

"Go on."

"Well, she wrote that long ago when the first beings came to Filgaia there was actually...a second Filgaia."

"What?" He spat. "That's crazy talk."

"No, that's Crazy-Talk." She laughed. He stared at her. "You...never heard that joke?" He shook his head staring at her with a raised brow. "Oh, well, maybe if we have the time I'll tell you it."

"Uh, no, don't." Jet replied. "Uh, I mean, on second thought, I'd like you to. Just not right now."

"You seem to change your mind a lot."

"Get back to the story."

"Right, so, there was two Filgaia. The beings on the other one were at war with our ancestors. Eventually we won, obviously and we trapped their planet within our own, but they were incapable of leaving their prison, while we can go in and out at anytime." Virginia explained. "So, I guess these people have lived here for a VERY long time."

"I think that may be an understatement." Jet scratched his cheek. There it was. A cold brisk and chilly wind. Night was coming into affect. Virginia closed the book to make sure nothing blew away as she crossed her arms over her chest to fight off the wind. "It's night. What now?"

"I think you know," She replied as the wind died. "That Emma can easily find us at anytime. We can't just lie here and sleep as much as we would want to."

"So...where's Shadow of the Sun?" Jet wondered.

"So, you heard what it was she said while you were under her control?"

"Huh? No."

"Than how did you know that was where we should go?" Virginia wondered.

"Huh? I..."

She drew her ARMs. "You're still Emma!"

"What? No I'm not!" Jet protested.

"Yes you are! I know it!"

"Virginia!"

"Shut up and give me back Jet!" She pleaded ready to fire.

"Virginia? Look at me. I'm Jet." Jet stood ready to defend his honor. He would accept whatever shots Virginia would fire without a second thought. "If you have to shot me. Just do it already. I don't have the time to waste on this."

She lowered her guns and collapsed in a heap. Tears coming down her face. "I'm...so...sorry, Jet." She dropped her ARMs as she placed her face in her gloved hands. She did not want to become cold and have her tears freeze—although she was not sure if that were possible. "I...I'm so sorry."

Jet stood with wide eyes. He was not entirely sure what was going on. He stood weak. "I...Virginia." He stepped forward slowly. This was it. He had to tell her he figured. It was a good time seeing that she was already crying. She may do that more. She may instead rip his head off. He was unsure. He just had to tell her. "Virginia, I, know about it...because I followed you here."

She looked up to his eyes as he lowered to her level. "What?"

"For...almost five years Virginia...I have been following you."

She sat in shock. The shadow. He was the shadow that was always just right there. She...never even thought he would be that person. "J-Jet, I, I don't understand."

"I...have no home, Virginia." Jet expressed. "I...found myself with nowhere to go. You all had somewhere to go, and I didn't, and I guess, I was so used to you bastards, that I couldn't just go back to my solo career."

"You were following me?"

"About...ever since two months after we last saw one another. I...I didn't understand why you didn't just go home. At first...at first I was simply just trying to see what you were up to by not going back to Boot Hill. Then, I realized you weren't ever going to go there. So...I wanted to make sure...you,"

"You wanted to make sure I would make it?" She questioned.

"Something, like that." He glanced away. "I...I found that I was right. You almost died a total of thirteen times now. I've saved you...thirteen times."

"That was you?"

"Yeah. How else would I know?" He grumbled. "Look, I understand if you hate me or something, but, it's not like it can be taken back or be undone."

"No, I'm...more surprised than anything, Jet. Of all the people...You?" She dried the tears that remained.

"I'm sorry." He reluctantly replied. "But...will you still just work with me on this. We still have to get out of here...and we have no idea what we've gotten ourselves into."

"You're one to talk. You're the only one who has gotten into anything." Virginia grinned.

"Yeah...that's what I meant. I don't want to be taken by that bitch again." He vehemently sneered.

"Jet, I've always been the poster-child for cooperative teamwork—even when I'm teaming up with big jerks named Jet Enduro who despises me and is anti-social. So, why would I not team-up with you now. I have to see what is in Shadow of the Sun, and, we will have to stop that Emma woman if I wish to do that, and I know I can't do that alone." She gave him a warm smile as a cold wind came again.

He stared at her eyes and he saw that she was just as kind as ever, but a little less naïve. "Uh, yeah. Let's do that...teamwork...thing. I probably can get it right this time." Jet shrugged as he took off his scarf. "It's gonna be cold." He hands it out to her. "You may want this."

She reached out gently and took it from his hand. From his hand. She literally took the scarf not from the piece that hung out, but from the part that was lying in his hand. She gave him a smile and took it for herself as she draped it around her neck before tossing it over her shoulder. She gave him a nod. "We...should go."

"Right. Where?"

"To Shadow of the Sun. It is not too far I would think. It will be hard in the dark though."

"I got that covered."

"You do?"

"Well, I do have the Light Medium with me." Jet gave a grin to which she replied.

"Good thinking...partner." She added as he stood.

He lowered his hand and she took it gratefully. "I know it is." He said simply.