I squinted a little at the drastic change in light. Back in New York it was still night – or at least the sun hadn't come up yet. Wherever we were now it was bright enough to be close to noon. When the petals hit the ground we were standing inside a giant flower – I couldn't tell you what kind – surrounded by the biggest garden I'd ever seen. The only reason I knew it was a garden was that I could see a roof a few hundred feet above us with mirrors scattered across it, refracting light back and forth.

While I was awestruck, Sunny angrily shrugged off the vines that had been holding him down and stormed off. I glanced at Gaia, who watched Sunny leave looking resigned. She shook her head and sighed. "What I wouldn't give to actually let him throttle her."

"Then why stop him?" Hell if I had a beef with someone and Jack or Sam offered to fight them for me – and I couldn't do it myself – I'd let them have at it. I mean I fight my own battles, but I wouldn't put down help from one of my boys.

"Because I've let him in the past and it never really ends. Either he gets hurt and loses the fight, or we both do. And if he wins and she's the one limping home then she just gets madder and comes after us trying to mend her ego." She shook her head again. "That's most of why I'm a pacifist. Fighting doesn't solve anything permanently." Her eyes got distant for a second. "But I've seriously considered making an exception for her."

"Well I commend you for keeping your resolve to not kill the person who you obviously hate more than anyone else alive." I glanced around again, trying to see the end of the room… and failing. "Where are we anyway?"

"Mine and Sunny's home." She gestured around at the endless garden. "This is my Eden. Not the Eden but it's just as good in my opinion." She smiled slightly, pride at her oasis shining though the last bit of her anger.

"How big is it?" I couldn't stop looking at Eden. It was just so dang huge. Now, having been to Berzee and living in Sequoia National Park, giant gardens weren't all that out of the ordinary for me, but Eden was inside. That in and of itself astounded me.

"About a mile square. I have as many different plants in here as possible, though some require specific climates so there are adjacent rooms specifically for those ones. As well I have a separate room for crops. Sunny and I haven't had to scavenge food for millennia."

A… mile… Say what?! And I thought the Warren and North Pole were big, this was just Gaia's garden. I didn't even know how big the rest of the complex was. While my mind was still wrapping around the size of this place, I asked another question I'd had. "What's with the mirrors?"

"They reflect sunlight in from a number of different areas, that's how our whole home is lit. When the sun goes down and we need to see Sunny lights up a few of the source areas, but during daylight hours the mirrors do the work for us."

"That's… really cool, actually." I looked at her. "The ancient Egyptians used to do that to see inside their buildings."

Gaia smiled. "Yeah, Sunny gave them the idea. He figured the system out a few hundred years before they did."

My jaw dropped once more. "Sunny taught ancient Egypt something? Well, no, never mind, he was one of their deities." I often forgot that Sunny had been considered not one, but multiple gods in years past. The rock star that he was currently just didn't jive with the image of Ra or Helios, you know? Plus I didn't really feel as if he could be revered when he was drunk.

"Yeah…" She reached down and cupped a flower in her hand, plucking it from the bush and sticking it in her hair. A new flower took its place almost immediately. I blinked a few times at the sight. I really need to try and get used to magic.

She played with a few strands of her hair for a moment while I looked around more. "So… where are we, exactly? You know, in the world."

"Egypt." I shot her a look. "The main entrance – the mundane one anyway – is hidden in the tomb of Khafre. He was a close friend of Sunny and an avid believer. Sunny had his home here before but when the Pyramids were built he extend it to where they were to be positioned. My gardens are at the far end."

"But… how…" Not only were we in the middle of freaking Egypt, but the Pyramids of Giza were one of the biggest tourist attractions in the world. How in hell had no one found this place yet?! There must be a pretty huge number of wards for no one to stumble on a building this big.

She giggled at my dumbstruckness. "We're underground. About two miles below the surface, in fact."

I think my face froze for a second. I know my jaw was hanging and my eyes were bugging. I blinked and slowly looked up at the ceiling. Two… miles… It was warm, and I was standing in the middle of a forest… yet we were two miles underground… This is the world I live in. "O… kay, then." I looked around again, it really was beautiful.

"I was impressed too, the first time I came here." I glanced at her, noting that she was looking around, not seeming to really see what was in front of her. "I'd been immortal for a few years, wandering the world, getting the hang of my powers," she glanced at me. "The standard. Sunny spent as much time with me as he could. He didn't want me to feel alone or for me to become too consumed by my sadness over how I'd died. However, back then he was still a widely worshiped immortal, so between jumping from one of the various cultures to another, he didn't have much free time. Though a few thought I was a goddess and so I was able to go with him from time to time."

She looked down at the ground, smiling a little as she absently ran her fingers over a leaf on the bush next to her. "One day, Sunny told me that he had a surprise for me and carted me across the sea to this desert of a kingdom. And then he brought me down here." She smiled, chuckling a little. "I didn't really like it at first. We were underground and the walls were all sandstone, there was no way for me to grow anything. He set me up in one of the guest rooms, gave me all the amenities."

"Wait, there are guest rooms?"

She nodded. "Oh yes. There are fourteen. Though they used to be servant's quarters, now they're for if we ever have anyone over. Mors often stays in one of them, as well as Anubis and Bastet whenever they're in the area and want to stop in for a visit." She shrugged, smiling in a nostalgic way. "I was in my room for a year, if I remember correctly. Eventually, Sunny said he had one more surprise for me. He pulled me out of my room and down the hall, towards what I had always thought was a dead end."

She shook her head. "But no, it ended here. It was a cavernous space with a few feet of soil lining the floor. In the far right corner was an archway that lead to a smaller room. Sunny explained that soon after I had become immortal, he had gotten to work building this space. Well, builders had excavated it, Sunny helped when he could. He felt that I should have my own place to call home, one that was close to family, but secure and near enough to my believers that I wouldn't have too far to travel." She grinned. "It was one of the first things that made me truly happy after reawakening as an immortal."

Her smile turned faintly bitter for a moment and I saw it wobble. "I spent the next decade or so collecting and transporting plants from across the globe. I had Sunny build on five extra rooms so that I could have the alternate climates, though those presented challenges. Jack actually helped with the tundra climate." She smiled again. "Though I still tweak everything now and again, it took me near a century to create the Eden you now see." She raised her arms and gestured around us.

I followed her gaze for a moment before looking at her again. "He really cares about you."

She smiled a little, in a slightly bittersweet way. "He does. I'm the only family he has. He's lost everything that he used to have so much of." She shook her head, her smile disappearing. "He was a god in more cultures than there are landmasses in the world. He was worshiped by billions, believed in – truly – by millions. There was a time when he had more believers than the Guardians. But with the spread of Christianity he lost believers one by one 'til there were very few real believers left. I felt the loss as well, but the Native Americans still believe in me, they got me through all of this." She shook her head again. "Sunny lost everything he had. Everything he'd spent so long building up. He misses it, that's a little of why he likes being the lead singer for Legends so much. It's a little like how it used to be for him, it's as close as he's going to get."

I could have made a snarky comment or sarcastic joke, but I didn't because feels. Instead I shook my head, leaning against a nearby tree as I did. "I can't imagine losing that many believers. I don't blame him for the rock star act though, knowing that now." I crossed my arms.

"It was hard on him. It wasn't the first time he lost everything, though I don't know if that made it more or less bearable in the end. We had since met Mors through Anubis, and Shady through Mors. Right about the time when Christianity had begun wiping out mine and Sunny's believers, they suggested that we start the band at Legends. Sunny had always loved singing regardless. We thought it may be a way to cheer him up." She shrugged again, smiling a little. "It's done the trick more or less."

"So you guys started the band for Sunny?" I hadn't seen that coming. I'd always assumed that Sunny had basically called all of them in because of his ego and lust for attention. Suddenly, Sunny was seeming a lot more human. Well, immortal, but you know what I mean.

Gaia nodded. "We did. But enough of old news, would you like a tour of the Temple of Ra? Beginning with Eden of course."

I smiled at her. "Sure."

Gaia led me through the main section of Eden first – that alone took a few hours. She showed me the adjacent rooms, each having far more extreme climates. One was a desert and savanna with cacti and desert shrubbery and grasses, very hot and very dry. Another was a frozen tundra with evergreens and holly bushes and the very hardy and vigorous plants that dare to brave winter's cold. It reminded me a little of the Sanctuary, just with more plants and a layer of permafrost as opposed to ice. Another room mimicked a tropical rainforest. There were palm trees, and plants I couldn't name even if I tried, it was so humid that the moment I stepped inside I was almost drenched from the air alone – not to mention sweat. There was the farm, or at least where Gaia grew all of the food that she and Sunny consumed. She had every edible crop or medicinal one you could think of, with the few requiring other climates in those rooms. I actually convinced her to give me some crops so I could attempt to do the same.

Another room was dark when we entered. At first I couldn't understand why, until my eyes adjusted and I saw hundreds of flowers in bloom, some of them faintly glowing. These, she explained, were all plants that bloomed at night. They deserved their own space, apparently. Lastly for her section of their shared home, she showed me the original annex that Sunny had provided her with. This one, she explained, was where she had made her room. In it was one of the largest banyan trees I'd ever seen. Surrounding it were plants I'd never seen in any of my travels, or in any movie or anything else like that. I hadn't even seen them at Berzee. Gaia said that these plants were her own creations. They were magical and her favorites. Inside the banyan was a circular room that had a bed as well as the usual bedroom stuff. Her tree put mine to shame.

We then moved out to Sunny's area of their home. There was a long hallway extending so far that I couldn't see the end of it. Along the walls were alabaster pillars – or maybe they were obelisks. I'm not exactly fully up to date on my Egyptian architecture. We passed a bunch of doorways that had darkened rooms beyond them, one was faintly illuminated by something that glowed white, and inside I could make out a bed and some… creepier looking things. I assumed that this was the room that Mors had called dibs on. Then we came to the real complex.

The first thing I saw was an archway on either side of the hallway. The one on my right lead to a room featuring a huge banquet table. Across from it was what looked like a miniature coliseum with a section cut away so you could walk straight in. Well, if the coliseum had a giant T.V. on one side of it where bleachers should have been. Gaia leaned over to me when my face read a very confused 'what?' "That's a new addition to the room."

Farther along the hall on the right was an archway that opened into a room filled with musical instruments from every era and part of the globe. "This is the practice room. The band all meets here every so many months to learn new songs and just meet up outside of Legends for a while. Porthos and the other Musketeers usually stay for a day or two because they don't have any means of teleporting, they have to either hitch a ride or walk the whole way."

About ten feet further on the left was the entrance to Sunny's room. It was dark and it seemed like he wasn't in there, so we checked the only other room, which Gaia said was the trophy room. Well, it looked more like a throne room with trophies scattered through it. And sitting on the throne was Sunny with his head in his hands and his arms braced on his legs. "Sunny? Are you okay?" Gaia went up to him and set her hand on his shoulder.

He shook his head groaning. "God I hate when the hangovers kick in."

Gaia smiled a little. "I'll go get the wakeup juice." As she walked past me she shot a smile that read 'it's always like this', before leaving me alone with Sunny.

I waited a moment before heading over to him. I looked at him for a while before I spoke up. In light of the new info I had on him I was all the more determined to know why 'no' wasn't in his vocabulary. He was my friend and he deserved better. "Sunny?"

He looked up, squinting. "Story? What are you doing here?"

"I hitched a ride with you guys, remember?" I nodded over my shoulder. "Gaia's been showing me around for a while. She told me how you had Eden built for her… and about losing all your believers a thousand or so years ago." He glared at me squinting. "She also told me that you won't tell me about the whole 'no' thing until I'm a lot closer to you as a friend. I understand that, and I'm not going to force it. But just so you know, I'm not giving up. I will hear this story before I die if it kills me." He just stared at me for a while, silent. "You're a good person, Sunny. A lousy drunk, but a good person… They were right when they told me you weren't as bad as you seemed… I'm sorry for trying to nose my way into your private life. I have a problem with doing that to everybody. I have trust issues so I like to know everything about everyone so I can be informed when I give out my own trust." I shrugged. "I know, I'm weird."

He cracked a half smile, chuckling. "I like you, Story. You're annoying as hell half the time, but you know fun when you see it. And you got pipes too. We're not that different you and I."

I shot a half smile back at him. "No, we're not."

It was then that Gaia came back with what looked like the same concoction that Sam had made for me just yesterday. I grimaced a little, remembering the taste. She handed the first cup to Sunny who downed it in one gulp. My eyes widened a bit but then it occurred to me that he probably drank this every morning. Which actually made me shudder a little, because I couldn't imagine having to drink it every day.

They went through the other two cups, Sunny downing them as quickly as the first. When he set the last cup on the plate that Gaia had brought them in on, he looked at me again. "So, Gaia gave you the tour?"

I nodded. "She did. Only thing I didn't see was your room."

He pushed himself up until he was standing. "Well, let's keep it that way. I'm picky with who I let inside of my bedroom."

They showed me to the exit together. It was a long walk, but as I couldn't teleport I had to get out in the open first in order to go anywhere. The hallway continued for a while before veering to the left and turning into stairs. That's where Sunny and Gaia turned back. They gave me directions for the rest of the way and that was that. Gaia shot me a glance and smiled before leaving. Sunny lagged behind a bit, sauntering with his hands in his pockets, the hangover cure having taken effect mostly by then. A few moments after Gaia's glance, he looked back over his shoulder and winked at me, mouthing 'thanks' as he did.

I blinked at that. Sunny wasn't the kind of person to say thank you. Well, not usually. However, now that I thought about it, it could have actually been for any number of things. Sticking up for Gaia, standing with her as back up even if it was mostly moral support. Not going into his room was a viable reason. Or, it could be because I apologized. It could have been all of it, really. Sunny was weird, he was the kind of weird I mostly understood – now – but he was still weird. Yes I know that there's a little hypocrisy there in the fact that I'm the one saying that, but still.

Regardless, Sunny turned and they headed away. When they were about a hundred feet away, I looked at the stairs, dreading the climb. There was a reason I always flew up to the Treehouse. I hate stairs, especially when they're in obscene numbers. Then again, that's because I'm lazy and I hate exercise. I sighed and started up the steps. If we were two miles below ground then I had a ways to climb.

On my way up, I thought back on what Gaia had told me about. Not just the part of her story involving Sunny but the mention to becoming immortal. That coupled with everything from earlier back at the club got my wheels turning.

Pele was a bitch hole. That was obvious. She was sadistic and anyone who hated Gaia had to hate everyone so she couldn't have many friends. The song that had played was Pompeii by Bastille. The song was made for the movie of the same name – which I had never actually gotten around to seeing, much to my own dismay – but it wasn't necessarily about the incident, though it did make you think about disaster and struggle if you listened to the words.

That song, paired with Pele's comments and the fact that she was a volcano goddess gave me some idea as to how Gaia must have died. I'd asked Jack in the past how old Gaia was and he knew that she was older than two thousand but he didn't know the exact number. Even the numbers added up.

I sighed, shaking my head. It really must have been horrible. I knew enough about the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius from my intense interest in Mediterranean cultures and mythology. It was one of the eras in history I was drawn to, like Salem, Ancient Egypt, and so many more. If Gaia died in the eruption like I suspected then it meant she was buried alive by pyroclastic flow.

I shook my head again. Why did so many immortals have to die violently? Jack drowned in freezing water – and Korri drowned too, Gaia was buried alive, Shady was murdered by her own sister; I'd count my own death, but mine was more ironically tragic than anything else. I mean it was a car crash on a road I'd driven on hundreds of times, in weather that was common where I was from. I never did find out who that other driver was though. I didn't really care by this point, I mean I came out of it for the better, so…

It made me wonder how some of my other friends had died. Sunny, Sam, Mosy – I'd probably find out in the future, but still, if they followed the trend then they wouldn't be pretty. God knows how Mors died. The other Guardians were lucky – they had become immortal while they were still alive. It's ironic that the Guardian that no one can stand is the one who can relate most to how the rest of us became who we are.

It was times when I thought of stuff like this that I kinda agreed with the immortals who didn't like Manny. But it also made sense why some of us had amnesia for a few years after taking on our new personas. Even though having no memories hurts, it's worse, in some cases, to remember. I know that Jack is resentful to an extent for Manny taking his memories away, but I think he understands why Manny did what he did. I do.

Before long, my musings gave way to the Subterranean Chamber. I knew the setup of the inner workings of the great pyramid to know that the lowest room was underground and – now that I knew what was down here - why this chamber was underground in the first place. It was a similar glamour that was at the base of Big Guy, but once I'd passed through it felt solid from the other side. Weird, but I figured there was a way to get back in. I'll figure it out later. I made my way up and out of the pyramid into the stark light of midday.

The desert sand reflected the light into my eyes so that I was blinded for a moment. After blinking repeatedly, I could see a swarm of tourists clustered around the site, snapping pictures and gaping at the structures. I didn't need to imitate them with my own inner tourist, I'd stopped here years ago when I was busy crossing things off of my bucket list. I never thought that an immortals home was under the sand though – let alone the home of someone I knew.

I stumbled my way down to the base of the pyramid, avoiding tourists as I did. I could see the city only a few hundred feet away off to my right and what looked like busses were carting out more and more tourists as I watched. When I was out of the way enough, I called my wings and took off. I didn't like forming them when I was around people for two reasons. One, if they were immortal, they'd be in the way. Two, if they were mortal, they could walk through them and it'd feel like they walked through me. Not pretty to say the least. So no matter who I was around, I made sure I had space when I formed my wings.

Now that I'd resolved everything with Sunny – more or less – and Pitch – more or less, I was more or less free to do whatever again. There were a few friends that I hadn't seen in quite a while, and so after a minute of speculating I turned myself to the south. A few hours of flying later, I was finally over Antarctica and able to find my way to the entrance to my former place of residence. The past few years I'd started using the big opening because I could land easier than having to fall through the opening with no wings. Why I couldn't have thought of that back when I still lived there, I'll never know.

As my wings fluttered away I snatched one of the pages from the air. After following the usual procedure to make it work, I sent the plane I'd turned it into off to find Sel and report back to me where she was. As it disappeared down the main domestic hallway – the one leading to the library, kitchen, and what have you – I took a stroll down the secondary domestic one – the one that lead to the bedrooms.

The first door on the left looked exactly as it had every other time I'd seen it. That it so say, thick, mahogany, closed, and locked. Though Korri was now spending just as much time at Ken's abode as she was here, I'd never seen her door open – whether she was here or not. Then came Del's doorway. Inside I could see – and hear for that matter – the sleeping mountain's form, snoring and making the walls and floor vibrate. I smiled slightly and shook my head. Del was still a reptile and was partly cold blooded, it still being polar night – albeit the tail end – was sort of an indication of hibernation season. But still, it was reassuring in a faintly funny way to see that Del was his usual lazy self.

I stepped across the hall and peeked my head into my old room. As weird as it had been to look at it without all of my stuff that day that I'd moved out, it was almost weirder to look at it now. I mean, I'd spent more than half a decade living out of this room… It was small. Smaller than I remembered. Now, I may not have the biggest house in the world – especially not by Immortal standards – but this room was a lot smaller than it had seemed when I'd been living in it. The bed and closet were still where they had been – they were carved out of ice, where would they go – but the trunk had since disappeared back into Sel's room. It was weird to think that it had once felt cozy, but now just looked almost sad… Nostalgia's weird like that, I guess.

About then my plane came back and flapped its wings at me as if asking me to follow it. Recently, my planes had started seeming to have personalities to them, like they were sentient to an extent. Sort of like Big Guy. It had weirded me out at first but now I was just kind of going with it. I mean, I'd been Immortal for twenty years now, my powers were bound to grow at some point right? But yeah, they acted like the winds but without a voice. So it was more familiar and cute than creepy to be honest.

I followed it down the hall to Sel's room where it disappeared through the curtains that still acted as a door. A while back I'd asked why she didn't just have a door – she wanted privacy after all, a door would do the trick better. She had told me that she used to have one – Korri's actually – but it was cumbersome and heavy and she'd caught her wings on it more times than she could count and so she'd switched to the curtains. Which I swept aside as I entered the room. "Knock, knock."

I glanced around looking for either the plane or Sel and found the plane frantically pointing at something I couldn't see up on a ledge. Sel's tail curled down over the edge a moment before her face appeared squinting and with massive bead head. She inspected the plane for a moment before blinking and looking around. I could tell that I'd just woken her up. I felt a little bad about that.

When her eyes finally landed on me and recognition lit up her face, her wings whooshed open in surprise as her eyebrows shot skywards. "Story?!" She almost tumbled off of the ledge in her haste to engulf me in a hug – which I returned. "What are you doing here?! Why did you not tell me you were coming? Jack was looking everywhere for you! Where have you been? Why did you not answer any of the notes we sent you – Del'Ket has been so worried that he has barely eaten –"

"Sel. Calm down." I grabbed her by her shoulders and stared her down for a moment, trying to make sure she had a breath. When I saw her relax a little I let her go. "I'm here because I haven't seen you and Del in a while. I hadn't planned on coming it was kinda spur of the moment. And I know, Jack already chased me down and filled me in. Long story short, I was passed out all weekend from a bet." I paused for a second after answering all of her questions. Her last comment sunk in once I'd taken a breath myself. "I'm sorry I worried you two. And Jack, but I already apologized to him."

"Story, do you know what has been happening? When you vanished Jack was frantic. Del'Ket has barely slept or eaten since Jack first informed us that you were missing – as well as telling us all of the other details. It is only now both Del'Ket and I have managed to sleep a wink."

I winced in guilt. "Sorry for waking you up."

She shook her head, once more pulling me into a hug. "It does not matter. You are safe and I did manage enough sleep to feel rested if not well rested. Though I do believe we should let Del'Ket sleep. You had better stick around until he wakes up though, if only to prove that you are alright." She sighed in what I'm going to say was relief. "Now, what happened? And none of this 'long story short' nonsense, you should know better than that by now."

I took a breath. What was this, the tenth time I'd had to relive my embarrassment? "Friday I was at Legends, Sunny wasn't drunk yet but he came to get ones for the other band members. I was sitting at the bar and I started talking to him and he mentioned that I have an ego, which made me indignant for good reason. I mean, come on, we all call him the Great Ego! Anyway so I shot back at him and it turned into an argument. I don't like arguing with him, Sel, I really don't. He's a good guy when he's not drunk."

"Yet he is almost always drunk."

"Exactly. Anyway I tried asking him – yet again – why he never says no, and he skated around an answer again. Then he said something like I couldn't criticize his drunk behavior when I'd never been drunk myself… So I kinda… got more drunk than Mors on an off night for the band." I grimaced in embarrassment, fully expecting to get a lecture from Sel. One not unlike a disappointed parent.

Instead her eyebrows rose. "You did what?"

"I got so drunk that when Sam came to my rescue he had to – literally – carry me back to his place where I remained unconscious until Sunday afternoon. Which is also where Jack found me, explained to me what was going on, and then proceeded to brainstorm with Sam about ideas on who or what is doing whatever is being done to make immortals disappear." I nodded over my shoulder. "I went back to legends to see if my stunt had paid off and ended up heading home with Sunny and Gaia. I just came from their place."

"And did you getting so drunk that you were in a coma pay off?"

"Sort of. Not in the way I thought, but close enough." I thought back on the past weekend, and something occurred to me. It had been bugging me ever since the winds gave me the heads up that Jack was looking for me, but I hadn't noticed really until now. "Hey, how did you guys know I was missing?"

"Jack told us, I would have thought that would have been obvious." Sel sat down on a nearby bench/couch/thingy as she spoke.

"Yeah I know that, but I mean how did Jack know? It was only two days between when I went AWOL and when Jack found me. Not even two days, a day and a half. How is gone for a few hours considered missing?"

"Did you not know? Jack often uses the winds to keep track of you. Whenever he has a free moment he is asking them what you are up to, where you are, how you are doing. It is almost as if he sees them as his own version of… what is that thing that mortals have been using for the past few decades, facespace?"

"Facebook. And Myspace, but no one's used Myspace since Facebook took over." After I corrected her while simultaneously answering her question, what she said hit me. "Wait… Jack is supernatural Facebook stalking me? What the hell?! Does he think I can't take care of myself or something! What right in hell does he have for a supernatural private eye to be watching me?!" It was creepy. I mean yeah, Jack was my best friend, but to know that he wanted to know what I was doing twenty-four seven was like finding out that the creepy kid from school was your secret admirer, had been spying on you and had a secret shrine to you in his closet at home… Okay, well maybe not that weird but still.

"No, Story he is not stalking you. He misses you. You are his best friend. Ever since he became a Guardian he has not had much time to spend with Sam – as is evident from the fact that you didn't even know who he was until years after you had met Jack. But even with his busy schedule, you always seemed to be there whenever he wanted to spend time with someone other than Del'Ket and myself. You were and are still up for anything. Any game, any event, any trip, but since you moved away he does not see you nearly as often as he used to."

"Well yeah, because I used to live down the hall."

"And now you live halfway across the globe and you have no excuse to see him as often as he would like. So he keeps tabs on you so that he feels as if he is spending more time with you then he really is. As strange a method as it may sound."

"Damn." Well that explanation had completely changed my opinion of his spying on me. "If you're right then that makes me the bad guy."

Sel nodded a bit. "We all understand why. It is not your fault. Though, to answer your earlier question, at some point on Saturday morning, Jack casually asked the winds what it was you were up to and they said that you were nowhere to be found. Jack, having just learned of the vanishing immortals was rightfully concerned. That concern turned to worry the longer it took you to respond to any of our letters."

I grimaced again. "Did I say I was sorry?"