The questions came from every side at once.
"What did she want?" Moriarty demanded. "What King? Which Legacy does he hold?"
"Unfathomable...hmmm" the Thinker murmured, half to himself.
"Are they coming back?"
"What..."
Question after another came as Noah did not answer many!
Noah sent a small part of his existence somewhere else as he thought about many things.
He went back to his mother's dream!
The shore was quiet. The afternoon light had gone soft and gold, the boats rocked gently at the dock, and somewhere the same bird was still calling its three notes. Seo-yeon had fallen asleep with her head in Amelia's lap, one hand still curled around the end of her fishing pole, and Amelia was stroking her hair absently.
Noah sat down beside them on the warm boards, in his plain human body and white robes.
Amelia looked at him for a long moment.
"What happened?" she asked.
Noah watched the water for a while before he answered.
