Caleb slowly opened his eyes. The dim light shining through the cloth caravan cover was kind to his eyes.

He looked around, his vision restricted due to his position on the floor, but he saw Jester above him, and Fjord comforting someone who was sobbing in the corner.

The wizard tried to get up, but he couldn't as there were ropes binding him. He struggled, but the ropes were too strong. He struggled more, hoping it would work, but he felt the pain in his leg again and had to stop.

"Calm down, Caleb, I'll untie you," Jester soothed him.

She untied his bonds and he sat up.

"Where's Molly?" Caleb asked.

Jester pointed to the middle of the room. He saw the purple teifling and began to cry.

"What happened? He's been lying unconscious for five minutes."

Caleb looked sadly at the confused teifling.

"Lorenzo, he...he killed him, Jester. Molly's dead."

He heard the weeping from the corner get louder. He looked over and saw Yasha's black-and-white hair flopping over Fjord's shoulder. Caleb tried to get up to help comfort her, but his leg began to hurt once again.

"Jester, what happened to my leg?"

In between sobs, Jester said, "It's broken, Caleb. I put a bandage on it, but you can't move it until it heals."

He sighed. It would be very boring to stay in one spot, but then again, he wouldn't have anything to do even if his leg was healthy.

Caleb suddenly had an idea.

"Jester, do you have any healing spells that will revive him?"

"No," she replied. "My magic isn't powerful enough."

Caleb began to cry. There was almost certainly no hope of Molly ever reading another fortune, ever laughing his wonderfully contagious laughter, never being in his life again.