Suddenly, years did not seem to matter. There was time, and there was movement. Time slowed down to a near halt, and the only apparent movement became Garril’s and Tarja’s. They were one again. “By the Gods,” Tarja wept joyously. “How I’ve missed you, Garril.” “I’ve missed you too, Aunt Tarja.” Garril started to choke on his own tears and hiccups, barely able to breathe. After two years of living with an empty void in his heart… That void was gone now—deep under the darkest ocean. “Artturi,” Tarja whispered, embracing him as well. Garril was rather surprised. “Is he Garril?” he asked Tarja.