Jet looked at his letter and brought it down from his eye level. The sketch on the paper of a square doorway in a clay mountainside was the same thing that was revealed when he lowered the paper. The doorway to the Ruins of Four that he had visited a couple of years ago. It seemed like the letter did lead him back here after all. He thought it would be possible it would not.

Adven pointed to the 'X' on the map that lies over certain coordinates. He checked his compass and folded the map up. Pocketing it. A heavy sigh from his lips.

"So…neither of us win?" Adven begins.

"Whatever." Jet had thought that by going a separate way than Adven he would win. Turns out that their destination was the same, and so even though they went two different ways they still wound up in the same place.

"So, should we enter?"

"Might as well. We came all this way." Jet shrugged.

The two of them walked forward as their shadows trailed behind them. The near-noon sun shining down on them well. The gentle breeze in the air cause Jet's scarves to flap in the wind and the tails of Adven's headband to do the same. The two of them coming to a stop at the door. It had been still broken from when Dowaito had blown it apart. That was his escape from them long ago. This time they wouldn't be using the hole Jet fell through to get inside.

Adven stopped alongside of Jet. "Who goes in first? We want to avoid the thing that happened at Dowaito's home."

"I'll go." Jet was stopped by Adven's hand. "Adven?"

"We should do this fairly."

"That means?" Jet left it hanging.

"Rock-Paper-Scissors." Adven proposed with a serious voice.

"If it makes this go by faster." Jet groans.

"ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS…S-H-O-O-T!" The two threw out there hands.

"Tie." Adven remarked staring at the two flat hands.

"Again!"

"ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS…S-H-O-O-T!" Again the two threw their hands. The same paper, but Jet quickly changed his to scissors and Adven was none the wiser.

"Looks like I go in first." Jet shrugged with a smug smile.

"Hold on." Jet was afraid that Adven had caught his slip and would argue it. "It should be best two-out-of-three."

Jet gave a nervous laugh. "Oh…right…I guess…that's fair."

"ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS…S-H-O-O-T!" Two fists went out in rock shape, but this time it was Adven who quickly changed his to scissors.

Then he caught his mistake. "Looks like I win again." Jet mused as he walked ahead.

Adven stared at his hand.

Of course he would be the only one who would cheat and still lose…

Adven let out a sigh and followed after the Filgaia Sample. The two of them filed into an empty room with an altar at the end with sealed halls. Jet was sure that there had been a different setup when he and Adven were here last, and Adven noticed it too. Where had the hall that they chased Dowaito gone to? Now they just stood in a pentagon shaped room.

In front of the altar there stood a small brunette. A little girl with rosy cheeks and a smile so innocent with the impish glow. Her deep purple blouse on. A small protrusion of red hair by a ponytail on the side of her head where it met the rest of the same color hair. A book in her arms. Jet recognized it as the Iu Kiku.

"Little girl give me that book!" Jet immediately demanded.

"Slow down, man." Adven protested. He knew you should approach this kindly. Little girls meeting two strangers like them would find it better that way. "Hey girl, my name's Adven and this is Jet. What's your name?"

She let out a childish giggle. "My name's Mina." She shuts her eyes and her smile droops a bit. "It's nice to see someone else. I've been alone for so long, but…since I met the last man here I seem to be meeting many people." She returned to her smile and another giggle came.

As Adven moved forward the girl was gone, and a book remained on the floor. "Where'd she…the book." His eyes went to the book after the shock of the girl's disappearance left. He gave a cautious stride for the book.

"Hold it!" Adven stopped as Jet let out that order. "Don't touch the thing. You should look for traps first you idiot."

"Didn't know you cared?" Adven stood straight and began a scan of the room.

"I don't. Whatever you do effects what happens to me in this room." Jet defends. Why he needed to defend was beyond even him.

"There's no traps." Adven remarks.

Jet met up with Adven who had been across the room in front of the book. Jet looks suspiciously at the leather cover. "It says something…I just don't have any clue as to what." Jet ran his hand over the four characters on the cover. "I've seen these markings before."

"Oh, right, now you're a linguistic expert." Adven was not amused.

Jet whacked him with the book. "Idiot. I read these same markings in this letter that was at Dowaito's house." Jet opened the letter and looked it over. Matching the markings on the page with those on the cover. "Translated…it means…'Say Hear'?" He blinked.

"What's that mean?"

"Like I know." Jet went back to studying the symbols again. He had an essential Rosetta Stone here. The letter provided a means to translate the ancient language to his own. The power of such an item…

"So…'Say Hear', eh? So it's talking and listening? Sounds like the two most important aspects of communication to me." Adven comments. "Maybe it's some sort of key. Y'know, like, maybe we're supposed to say it."

"Hear?"

"No. HEAR!" Nothing happens. "I can be wrong."

Jet shook his head and looked about the room again. His eyes falling on an odd mark on the wall to the side of the altar that had replaced the previous hall. He picked up the book and walked over to it. Running his free hand across the stone that made the wall there.

"Something wrong?"

"No, it's just…last time we were here…and the rest of the walls around us…are made perfectly straight and all. Perfect condition. This wall's stones are uneven and all. Dents in them." He observed. He put his hand in his pocket and took out the key he had stolen from Dowaito.

"What are you doing?"

Jet put the key in a hole he found and turned. There was a loud rumbling as dust fell about the room along with the sand. The resulting cloud brought Jet and Adven to cover their faces in protection. As the noise and debris settled the wall moved apart. Leaving a new hallway that they had never seen before behind. Each of them looked on at the rather wide wall. Enough to fit four men arms apart.

Jet took a breath. Adven swallowed. "Well…let's be going then." In the light behind them there stood a joined shadow with two separate origins.