"New order of business!" Jet exclaimed in an agitated mood. They had come together for a team meeting this fateful morning. Fateful morning it was not actually, but that was the sort of attitude they had for every day until they can rest for good. Jet opens his lips, "Why do I keep waking up in a puddle of water on the floor near to the engine? It's been happening for weeks.

In fact, ever since he came back for prison. There was one fateful day that the sandcraft had broken down following Jet's return and Jet had oddly enough found himself with a huge bump on his head. It would seem that he had developed the condition of sleepwalking. What was he doing near to the engine? They had a coffee maker aboard their vessel and it was placed right across from the engine. Jet had picked up the habit of walking in his sleep and trying to make coffee, but in his sleep he could not tell his left from his right, and so when his mind was telling him the coffee pot was on the right, as it was, his body was telling him it was on the left. And so Jet poured the water on the engine thus breaking the sandcraft for a day as Emilia went to work fixing it. After that it broke down again. Clive kept watched and found the answer and put in correct countermeasures. In other words he made a device that when Jet would get near to it while on (being that they turn it on before going to bed) he is thusly directed in another direction. The unintended result was that Jet walks into a wall, falls onto the floor spilling the pot of water on himself and then sleeping there until he wakes.

No one sees it fit to tell him? "Uh…well," Virginia stammered. "To answer your question Jet I-" The door to their craft was knocked upon stopping her words as she sighs in relief. Still, they had only just arrived in town. To get visitors so soon?

All eyes fell to Jet who stood nearest the door. "Fine. I'll get it." He groaned and went to the door and opened it. "Can I-" He stood there as an empty wind goes by. "Damn punk kids!" He shouts out into the plains with a shaking fist. Like he were some old hermit man. Finally a strange man with darker skin sort of like Gallows' came out from the side. "Can I help you?" Jet asked with clenched teeth.

"No, but I can help you." The man replies. His hair short, and cut, but his lips big, also, much like Gallows'. This eventually led Jet to think that possibly this man is of some sect of the Baskar. His clothes were normal enough though. The normal collared shirts and all with vest and jeans, or were they khaki? Jet did not care about the man's fashions. He wanted to know what the Hell he was here for. "Here, take this message." The man grins and hands him a slip of paper.

Jet wearily takes it slowly as the man leaves once it is out of his hands. A hand raised to signify good-bye, but he was walking away with his back to Jet who was too busy staring at the slip of paper, and still, yet, not reading it. Jet notices however that a sandcraft nearby picks him up as he had stared after. A familiar sandcraft to his eyes, but he had no idea from where. He drifts back to the table in an awkward silence that makes the rest of them confused and looking to the other.

"What was…that?" Clive questioned raising a brow.

"It's a note…from…I think it's a note from those people who defeated Leviathan." Jet uttered quickly once he got to the 'people' part of his sentence.

"Why would they send us a message?" Virginia wondered. "Have you read it?"

"Not yet." Jet looks to the slip of folded paper. "It's made of the same paper as the last message we found at our door." He comments.

"Get to reading it or I will." Gallows ejaculates.

Jet did as Gallows had rudely told him to do. He blinks. "It's…It says TL." Jet began. "Then there are some numbers below that."

"Numbers?" Clive questioned.

"23270W, 8070N." Jet replies with a confused look. "What the Hell is that?"

Emilia taps her fingers on the kitchen table. "Y'know…that sort of sounds like some sort of…coordinate."

Clive nods. "I think I know where that place is." He looks to Virginia. "Will you get me the map of Filgaia?" She nods and runs to go get it.

Gallows looks to Jet. "Who was at the door?"

Jet stares back at him vacantly. "No one. It was left behind just like the other without anyone there."

"How did you know it was the same group as the one that saved us from Leviathan than?" Gallows counters.

"I…saw their ship leaving. Just put two-and-two together." Jet half-lies. He did see the ship leaving and figured out their identity that way after all.

Virginia lays out the map on the table. "So…where is this place Clive?"

Clive moves his hand to the area south of his home and a bit east of Fortune Gear. "This would be it. I have heard of this place before, in books. Not much is significant of the place."

"Maybe that's why it's being brought to our attention."

Clive nodded. "Maybe."

"Do you know anything else about that place?" Virginia wondered.

"They call it Blue Crane. It is a myth and child's tale that somewhere in that large mountain is a land of ice." Clive comments. "I can't see how ice would be possible, being that there is no water and it's a warm climate. Still…that place is known to be the coldest area of Filgaia. That's most likely the reason there was such a legend. It may have also been quite possible that there was actually a time on Filgaia when it was healthy that there was a land of ice there."

They all stare at the map where Blue Crane was. "What say we start getting supplies for the trip then?" Virginia proposed.

"Yes, we should get on that right away." Clive responded coming out of his own daze. "We will load up, and then I believe that we can possibly stop over in Humphrey's Peak for a night before continuing. It will be late by the time we make it to the area it would probably be best we rest there."

"Look…just tell us that you're home-sick. You got nothing to hide." Gallows Laughs. The Baskar looks back. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about after all."

Clive flashes a smile. "I suppose not."

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Jet sat at the bar of the town of Red Herring. An up-and-coming port town that is believed that in a few years may become a rival to that of Jolly Roger. Once again Jet was without reason, and he decided today to get to drinking. He may as well have some sort of cup that looks vaguely gold in the light after losing his trophy.

"I said…do you want me to buy you a round?" Jet looks to the man that sat beside him who he had not heard until now. A man all too familiar.

"Heh. Sure, if you want."

"A good Drifter knows when to take a free drink." The man laughs.

"So…who are you?"

"Isn't that the $1000000 question?"

"C'mon, don't mess with me." Jet warns with a stern face as he picks up the free booze and chugs half of it. "Obviously…you know me."

"Do I?"

Jet stares at him confused. "Yeah…you do."

"Fine, my name's Clyde, if you must know it."

Jet continues to stare at the man. "You going to run from your responsibilities so easily?" Jet wonders as he begins slowly drinking the rest of his drink.

"I don't run from it. I know how far I can go and what I can do. I know I can't complete what I set out to do, but…I can start the process."

"Look…I don't know what you're about…but…leave me out of it." Jet puts his mug down. "I don't need to be pulled into any of your shit."

"What if you already are?" Clyde questions. "There are more to this world than the Council of Seven, Jet. There are people who help Filgaia in another way."

"Oh?" Jet wonders with a raised brow. "Who are they?"

"The organization is called Gaea." Clyde responds. "While the Council of Seven looked to the past to create a better future, Gaea looks to the past to make sure that some of it stays there. That's not the case however…most of the products of the past are forgotten, and if not, Gaea has tried their best to remove all information about. There is always someone though that seems to know about the past anyway."

"You're so cryptic. Why the Hell can't you just come out and say stuff?" Jet pounds on the counter out of aggravation. "You're not kidding me…I can tell obviously that you are part of Gaea for one thing."

"I thought that was what I had implied all along so it wasn't needed to have said." Clyde defended.

"Now…what the Hell of the past should not return? Eh?" Jet wonders with a sneer.

"For one," Clyde picks up the Raven's Wing from the floor. "Items such as this. It was made by the same man. It was made by Hawthorne. It instills the same thing that is in all of his projects save one."

Jet's eye twitches. "Let me guess…you're not going to tell me what that one is and make me try and find it out?"

Clyde nods. "I'm a man who says much, but little."

Jet grimaces. "I think I knew that all along."

Clyde stands up from his stool. "It was nice talking to you Jet. We'll have to do this again."

Jet stands and grabs the man by the shirt. "You're not leaving without clearing up everything."

Clyde is already at the door and Jet lies on the floor. "You shouldn't drink Jet, it lowers all of your skill, even if it be for a short while."

Jet did not know how Clyde was able to knee and punch him, following with a flip and throwing of him to the ground, but he did not want to find out.

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"Something…the matter Clive?" Virginia wondered placing a cup of tea down for the man.

He removes his hand from his face. "I'm just trying to figure out what this TL means on the note, and then relate it to what Isamu and John had said."

"What do you mean?"

"TL obviously stands for Twilight Lone. I know that much. So…it would be safe to assume that Twilight Lone is meant to be in Blue Crane. However…Isamu and John, hired by Nobuo, were meant to get the same item from this ship." Clive explains. "Who is correct? Nobuo…or those who act as a Deep Throat to us?"

"I can't honestly say."

"I can only think Isamu and John were mistaken…but I can't be sure that is the case either."

"I think," Jet stumbles into the room. "The question is more about why they each know about Twilight Lone. They are forbidden things. The Twilight Elements. Something that was locked away an undisclosed time ago."

Clive raises his brow. "You seem to know something?"

"More or less." Jet tells Clive and Virginia the gist of his conversation with Clyde, but excluded names and some useless words. He was definitely not as wordy though.

Clive nods. "I see…this is becoming bigger." He looks to the two. "Do you two think it's becoming too big for us to handle?"

Virginia's lips trembled. She was going to say 'yes' regrettably. She was afraid of this all. It did seem to big of a situation for them to face. Before she spoke though Jet was standing beside her with a determined look. "I don't care what you guys think. I'm not sure that I care if I can defeat Nobuo even though it's all I've been about. I don't care if it's bigger than me. If it is…I'll just grow bigger too. I'm not letting go of it all now that I'm here. We're not too small. We defeated Beatrice, right? You could have said then that we were small as well. Nega-Filgaia? That thing…that thing was definitely too big for us. We won anyway." It went silent.

"I see. I was going to say the same…just not as dramatic." Clive replies.

"I-I agree." Virginia interjected. "We can do anything we set our mind out to do."

"Are Emilia and Gallows out getting supplies?"

"Emilia's working on making sure the sandcraft is gonna be supplied." Clive reported. "Virginia was supposed to get the food."

Her eyes go big. "I was?" She nearly squeaks. "I'll be back." She moves her foot, but stops. "Jet, are you going to come?"

"No, I was going to talk to Clive about something." He looks to her finally and sees an odd look from her. "But…I…Uh should really help you get the food. You can't carry it all with those stringy arms of yours."

She huffs and walks out. "You should have stopped earlier."

Jet looks at him not very amused. "You have to remind me that women don't like compliments that sound like insults."

"That was a compliment? I thought you were just stating the obvious without thinking." Clive goes into a long-lasting chuckle.

"I'm going to go find her." Jet returns. "Best to be with the lesser of two evils at the moment…"

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Gallows meanwhile was on a hapless walk along the bustling streets. Amazing what sort of people turn out her. It may help that there is a ferry craft that travels to Jolly Roger and some other spots, and that led many to start coming out and get moving to better places. Walking along the harbour he comes to a stop when he spots something unexpected. Who would have thought that a ship so mysterious would be right out in broad daylight of the port? The ship that belongs to Gaea, despite Gallows not knowing the group's name, but he does recognize a ship that saved him and his companions from Leviathan.

With grace for once Gallows pulls a very 'Jet' behavior by sneaking onto the ship with the utmost of his stealth skills. He had covert skill? Well, even a broken clock is right twice a day.

"No…one's here?" He wondered as he looked around the bridge of the ship as a dim daylight came through an open porthole. Gallows spots a shadow on the floor and turns just in time to block a punch from Clyde Enduro.

"We give you info and you repay us by sneaking around our ship like a thief?" He replies with malice.

"I'm not here to take anything. It'd be nice just to have some answers."

Clyde drops his defensive posture, even though he is ready to take it up at anytime. "Oh? Answers to what questions?" Clyde grins. "Twilight Elements, maybe? The Generator Eon? Maybe…about the Caradines?"

"What did you say?"

"I think I know what you want to know about." Clyde laughs. "How's Jet really doing? In your own words."

"Why would you want to know about him?"

"I may be a man of long conversation and be very vague with things. I may also not tell anyone anything directly as you may have noticed. I make them work for it. Think to get it sometimes. Then sometimes I come right out and say it. This time I will just say the truth to you. He is my brother…if you understand."

"Yeah, so you're a son to that Eliot guy?"

"Exactly. It would be preferable that you do not tell him such things. As I said, I like to make people work for their own answers. So make him work on it himself. Don't make it easy on him."

"Pheh. I never make things easy for the punk." He shrugs returning back to his serious look. "My…parents?"

"You have a one-tracked mind it seems." Clyde jokes. "I guess it would be nice to go and gather Gaea up seeing that you came all this way."

A man steps from the shadows. Clad in a dark trenchcoat he looks to the younger man that be Gallows. His hair in a ponytail. "So…you're Gallows then?" The man's raspy voice carries as he flicks a cigarette to the ground.

"I've told you that I don't like you leaving those things around, Hyato." Clyde scolded as he picked it up and handed it back to the man. "I suggest that you don't do it again. If you learned anything from the last time."

The man glared through his sunglasses at Clyde. "Sure."

Clyde turns back to Gallows as Hyato draws in a relieved breath. What did Clyde do to him last time? No, Gallows fought off the urge to find out. He may be the next victim after all. "So, that's Hyato." Clyde motions. "Of course, then there's also Virgule and Amigone."

The man who handed Jet the letter this morning arrives. "You really should pay attention boy when you sneak in." He advised. "You should make sure we really aren't here."

Gallows remained silent as a woman came out dressed in clothing much like that of the Baskar people. Looking like a female form of Gallows' brother (if he hadn't looked female enough as it is). However, she was getting to an older age now. "So…I was right to think you two were still around…It's been a long time."

Virgule looked on with a grin. "Hmm…what to say to you? I have nothing."

"Me either." Gallows returns.

"It…It has been too long." His mother comments. "We should have returned long ago."

"Why didn't you?" Gallows argued. "Why did you just leave like that?" Gallows let down his emotions. "I just want to know."

"You must think we're horrible parents." Amigone sadly admitted.

Gallows' father looked to him seriously. "What do you think?"

Gallows realized what his father was really talking about. The reason they left and not whether he thought them horrible parents or not. "I…I think you did it for the Twilight Elements. You seem to know a lot about them being that you gave us info on them."

"You're right." His mother replied. Was this not supposed to be a happy reunion? It did not seem like it. Where were the hugs? "Still…do you know why we left?"

"Mother?"

"No!" She protested. "You can only call me that once you have an answer. A correct one."

He stares at the two. He knows they are serious. "I'll…be back. I will come back with the answer." He warns and storms out.