The two Drifters made their way across the desert plain of Filgaia headed for the cave to Inner-Filgaia. After a good twenty minute period of resting and healing without any real passing words Virginia was ready to get into what she was really interested in.

"Jet...how...I mean...I thought you had died." She questioned looking to the ground after having that trouble finding the right words.

Jet looked to the sky instead. He was just now becoming used to their sun again. They were blind for nearly five minutes when they had come out of Shadow of the Sun here on Filgaia. "I didn't die...No, not even close."

"Well, what happened?"

"After...We were talking, and I was going to tell you that Emma was not the one who took control of me, but I found that I lost my voice and my air. Someone had disabled my movements, and my voice. I was taking in so little air that it only was just enough to keep me alive. I was scared...for once...I thought I was dying at first until I realized that it was caused by someone else."

She nodded slowly. "I'm sorry that I got you into that."

"I think I got myself into it." He relented with a sigh as he scratched the back of his head. She lifted her head to normal level now that she was not so despondent. "So...Should I continue?"

"Go on."

"Well, I was lying there...and then someone came. It was...Emma. She just teleported in and landed beside me dying."

Virginia gasped with a smile. "So...she didn't betray me...she went to get you...but," She looks to Jet worried. "What happened to Emma? She didn't come back."

"She...broke that guy's control on me while filling me in on everything. She said she could break Vermont's control...and...she did...she even healed my wounds that a certain brunette inflicted." He eyed her. She stuck out her tongue like a child. "She...gave all her life energy to break Vermont's control on me. With her last breath...I guess...she teleported me to you, and....I think you know the rest from there."

"Yes, I do." She solemnly nodded. Taking Jet's hand.

Jet glanced upward. "So, here we are." He noted as they stopped outside the cave entrance they both went through to get into Inner-Filgaia. With a few sticks of dynamite and Virginia's tinder crest the cave was closed off for good. Leaving the two Drifters to their own.

"So, what now, Jet?" Virginia wondered. "Will you go off on your own, or stay with me...Or...Stalk me again?"

"I don't think it was STALKING." She stared at him. "Okay, okay, it was just a bit, but not the weird sort of stalking."

"When is stalking never weird?" She balked.

It was quiet for the longest time. "I wouldn't mind doing a little of all three. I think though, that I will stick with you Virginia for the most part. We should go back to Boot Hill. You were expected there a long time ago and I'm sure your uncle and all are worried. You shouldn't keep them that way."

"You'll be coming, right?"

"I was thinking about it."

She grinned her goofy trademark grin. "Are you ready to go?"

"No, wait." It was quiet again for the longest time. She and him were inches apart and she was holding his hand tight. She watched him to see what would happen next. After a long period of silence he spoke, "So...how long will it be that I'm stuck wearing my underwear only?"

She looked down at herself remembering that she took his clothes. He was indeed only in boxers, his socks and boots, his holster on the belt—as well as the extra rounds of his—and that trademark glove of his. She chuckled.

"Hey! What does that mean?" He growled. Was she not going to at least apologize for taking his clothing without asking?

"You shouldn't worry about your clothing, Jet."

"Oh?" He wondered as her voice and face had suddenly changed. He could not identify it.

"For what I have planned you won't even need those boxers." At that she started off for the nearest town and inn as Jet was left as a frozen statue of pale skin with a slight tinge of pink around the facial area.