Jace led Megan to a small room furnished only with a bed and a desk. It looked uncomfortable, but the mattress was ten-times better than the hammocks everyone else had to sleep in.

Jones sat at the desk, tapping his fingers in a rhythmic pattern on the wooden top - five quick clicks, one-after-the-other. He stopped when he noticed Megan. "I figured you'd swing by tonight. You were never that patient."

Megan grabbed an extra chair and sat down. "Not when it comes to my brother. So, who do we have to see?"

Jones nodded. "Right to the point." He sighed. "His name is Arthur Raine. He may know of a way to get you and your friends home... permanently."

Megan held her excitement at bay. "Well, where does this guy live?"

Jones pursed his lips. "That's the catch. He doesn't live anywhere."

Megan thought for a second. "He's dead."

"Yes," Jones admitted, "although, in the Outskirts, no one ever really dies. At least not in the normal sense of the term. They live on as Echoes in Necronum."

She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Let me get this straight. You're sending us to talk to a ghost."

"Basically." Jones answered, drawing the word out. "You'll have to go to a temple to contact him. I believe the closest one is The Weeping Falls Temple."

Megan sighed. "This should be fun. How do I get there."

Jones went on to describe the best route to get to the temple. It was late at night by the time Megan finally left Jones' room.

Jace walked with her back to the mess hall where Warren and the kids still slept.
"I guess you'll be leaving as soon as they wake up." He sat with her at one of the tables.

She nodded. "I don't want to waste any time. I don't want him to die here."

He looked a little hurt. "What's so bad about this place?"

She met his gaze. "Nothing, but he didn't ask for this. He doesn't deserve to be stuck here. He has a life on Earth."

"Are you going to leave with him?" He pressed.

Megan stared at the wall. "I don't know. I promised Cole I'd tell him if I found a way out. So, I'm sure we'll see each other at least one more time. Unless you get yourself killed."

"Right, like I'm going to get myself killed." He over-exaggerated the words.

The both broke out in a fit of laughter.

When they quieted, Jace clasped her hand in his. "Die bravely."

She met his gaze. "Die bravely."