Ralth had woken to find himself on the top of a tall mountain peak. He immediately recognized he wasn’t in the same plane he had been in when he went to sleep. This was yet again somewhere new in his long journey. He was alone, and he was scared.

  He had found his family again. He had his friends. He didn’t want to spend years trying to regain that all yet again, and this time without his brother. He refused. Finally, after his fear and rage subsided, he sat down and pondered just what he needed to do.

  He had an idea. It was risky, but if he was where he thought he was, it could work without any real backlash, and it would be good to hear his voice again. This was how Ralth had found himself sitting in a deep trance for one year straight, subsisting on only the ambient mana to keep his body functioning.

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  “Camden, can you hear me? I’m trapped somewhere in one of the pockets of proto existences in the abyss. It should be safe to answer if you can. I believe the rails originate here somewhere as well.” Ralth called across his mana web network he had been building.

  “Chris, is that you? Yeah, I can hear you. Did you get home? Did you find everyone?” Camden asked.

  “I did, but now I need your help. I need you to cast this mana web as wide as you can across the abyss. I need to use it to track down Andy. I really do not wish to be lost here.” Ralth replied.

  “Yeah, I think I can do that. We are between worlds right now anyway, and you know how many favors the conductor owes us at this point. Stay strong bro. I’ll get your message out there. Tell Mom and Dad I miss them.” Camden’s voice sounded sad at that last part.

  “I will, I promise. Thank you.” Ralth answered.