Makani felt light as air, swaying on her feet. She nearly fell, and would have, had Haunani not caught her and held her upright.

"Maybe we shouldn't have told you," Haunani said in a gentle tone which had an underlying current of tightness that made Makani think that Konane and his wife would be having a very serious, very one-sided discussion in the near future.

"I'm fine," Makani said, her voice sounding tinny and distant to her own ears. They were convincing enough for Haunani, however, who released her hold on her. Makani focused on staying upright for a few seconds before moving her attention to her new, pounding headache.

"I have so many questions," she said, staring at the floor. It was easier than searching Konane's face, trying to decide which features he had gotten from Moana and which features had been passed down by his demigod father. A demigod, as your father! Did he have any special abilities, like Maui's giant hook? Was he plagued with wanderlust, as Moana had been? Was he anything like either of his parents? Most importantly, did he know where Maui currently was?

Oh - Makani realized with clarity why her grandmother must have sent her on this quest, why it was so important to her to see a man, a demigod who she hadn't seen in years. She was still in love with him.

So had she ever truly loved Makani's grandpa? Who did she love more, Makani's father, aunt, and uncle or Konane? Makani hoped it was her family, because if Moana loved Konane more, it would mean that she would love his children more, wouldn't it?

"I can answer your questions," Konane said softly, and when Makani raised her head, she found his eyes worriedly searching hers. "Perhaps Haunani is right. Perhaps I shouldn't have told you."

"No!" Makani blurted. "You needed to tell me. And you need to help me find him!"

"Find...Maui?" Konane asked, confused.

"Yes! He's the person I'm looking for! Moana sent me on this quest, she's dying, she needs to see him one last time!"

Konane exchanged a glance with his wife. "Are you sure?" he asked seriously.

Makani let out an incredulous laugh. "Of course I'm sure! Why wouldn't I be sure? Please, please help me find him!"

Konane looked once more to Haunani and then, taking a deep breath, replied, "I don't know, Makani. My mother hasn't contacted me in years, and I have a busy life here." He gestured back to his adoptive children, who somehow had stayed unconscious through Makani's less-than-quiet proclamations.

Makani nearly stomped her foot in frustration but instead struggled to tamper her emotions. "Please," she merely whispered once more. "Please. For Moana."

Konane ran a hand over his face. "I'll think about it," he said finally. "For now, I think you need to sleep."

Makani nearly laughed. Sleep, now? After finding the biggest lead she had been given on this journey? After discovering so much about Makani and Maui? After being introduced to her long-lost uncle? Sleep seemed impossible.

Ten minutes later, she was drifting into a land of troubled dreams.

Makani was leaning at her gramma's bedside, clutching her hand. Her gramma was dead, somehow she knew that, but her mouth fell open and a few last words trickled out. "Find Maui. Find Konane. Bring Konane to me."

"But Gramma," Makani said, "don't you love me more?"

Her gramma crumpled into sand, sand that rose, flooding her gramma's tent, filling Makani's nose and mouth and covering her eyes. She choked, dying, gasping for air when there was only sand.

Then she was in Konane's hut, clutching one of his children. "They are quite young," she told him like it was a compliment. Konane just shook his head and said, "Yes, but they are not Maui."

"What do you mean?" asked Makani. "Why would your children want to be Maui?"

"I want Maui," Konane said in a voice that sounded like Makani's youngest cousin's when something wasn't going his way.

"Help me find him," she urged. "We can find him together."

"Rest, rest, rest," Konane chanted, grinning and spinning into a large hawk, one that filled half of the hut and had to bend its neck to keep from bursting through the roof.

"Maui!" Makani screamed. She woke the child in her arms, whose sobs joined her screams.

Makani woke with a beating heart. Her dreams had been utterly nonsensical and disturbing, but Makani still felt like there was some message in them that she was missing. Shaking off the uneasy feeling, she realized that the sobs of the child had not been in her dream. The child was sitting upright in the pile of blankets, eyes screwed shut, crying its little heart out.

Makani glanced around the room, but its parents were nowhere to be seen, nor was its sibling. She padded over to the child - a boy, and stroked his hair gently, nervous that her strange touch would further upset the child.

Quite the opposite. The little boy reached up his arms to be held, sniffling pitifully. Makani picked him up and sat against the wall of the hut, taking comfort in the small bundle of warmth in her arms. He nestled his head under her chin and yawned, soon slipping back into a peaceful slumber.

There Makani sat for several minutes before Konane, Haunani, and their daughter returned. Haunani smiled proudly at the sight of Makani and her son as Konane put his daughter to bed.

"We were on a walk with Zuzani," Haunani explained in a whisper, gesturing to her daughter. "She has a lot of trouble sleeping. Usually, Zion has no troubles. He sleeps like the dead."

"I think I woke up because I heard his crying. It was in my dream," Makani explained, stroking the child's black curls.

Konane bent down and carefully extracted his child from Makani's arms. She missed his soft warmth almost instantly, but did not protest. She stood, feeling out of place and awkward as the parents put their children to bed.

Konane took her shoulder and led her aside once Zion was settled in. "I've been thinking about...our discussion..." he whispered, "and I have decided that after I answer whatever questions you might have, I would be willing to come with you."

Makani suddenly thought back to her dream, to the words her gramma had said. "I also have an idea," she replied softly. "To why Moana insisted on this trip."

"What's that?"

"What if she sent me to find you? What if Maui is just an added bonus? What if you're the real reason I'm going on this quest?"

Konane opened his mouth to respond but Makani wasn't finished. "After all, I didn't know about your existence. None of us did. In sending me to find Maui, Gramma must have known I would meet you, and since I would be announcing myself as Moana's granddaughter, you were sure to trust me and tell me your story. My gramma is a genius - I wouldn't put it past her."

"So are you suggesting that we give up the search for Maui?" Konane asked incredulously.

"No - not at all! I think you should both be there when - when she - " Makani took a deep breath and raised her eyebrows in lieu of saying the word "dies."

Konane nodded, thinking hard. "Okay. I know a few places we could look for Maui, the most likely of which is only about a day's journey from here. We'll set off as soon as the sun rises."

Makani nodded. "Sounds like a plan." She grinned, returning to her pile of blankets to sleep the last few hours of the night away. Finally, she was making real progress!