"I want to go home!" Rabbilyn screams as he stumbles through the streets, blood dripping from his clothes and his hair and his wings, and makes his way to the portal where he came from. The hive dwellers stare at him again, forming a perfect circle around Rabbilyn with a safe distance as its radius.

Kreilor's thoughts are interrupted as Xia's journal suddenly smokes. "What the. . ." The wizard watches the magical flame not consume, but transform the journal into a single parchment. Kreilor picks up Xia's legacy and reads. . . "My love, I have died when you read this, perhaps a gruesome death." Kreilor immediately trembles as the first line of the letter reminds him of Rabbilyn's endless capacity for cruelty. "But I knew this would happen. And I'm sure you knew too, the moment we saw his wings change. Understand, my love, that we have created something of immense power unstoppable by anyone we know in all the planes. What you witnessed is not even a small portion of his abilities, and not even a small portion of the evil he could unleash." Kreilor shudders before he goes on to the next paragraph. "I love you, Kreilor. I love him too, our child. We cannot let him roam about endangering the multiverse. Do you not remember how sweet he is? As a baby, when he suckled on the milk and crawled on the bed with that perpetual grin of his? We cannot allow him to be taken over by evil, because he is our child! I have failed, or else you would not be reading this. I always let my sentimentality overwhelm me." Kreilor can almost see Xia shaking her head with a sad smile. She is. . . so beautiful. . . "So think about the integrity of the planes. Think about our responsibilities. And think about Rabbilyn. He needs you. Please, love, do what is best for him."

Kreilor sighs deeply, a tear trickling down his cheek, through his beard, and dripping onto the parchment. His brows are entangled and face contorted as the mage struggles.

After what seems like an eternity, Kreilor stands up and slowly walks toward the portal to Sigil.

Rabbilyn sees the sign now. "Smoldering Corpse Bar" That's where crashed into this city. . . and that's where he will return. Various patrons gasp in horror as the bloody boy dashes through the door and to the bar. The bartender frowns, "You again? Look, ye berk! I dun care WHAT wings ya've got, but ya shouldn-" Rabbilyn ignores the bartender's remark, but fumbles in his pockets for the crystal.

For a moment, he thought he lost it, and time itself ceased to move as he desperately flips out the inside of his pocket. But there it is, buried in blood, the small crystal that will lead him home. Never mind that it's cracked. Rabbilyn wants to go home now.

The boy, with trembling hands, raises the crystal in the air and stares at where he knows the portal is - right there behind the bar counter. "I want to go home." Rabbilyn whispers to himself. But the portal refuses to show itself. "I want to go home!" Rabbilyn frantically pours mead over the crystal to wash away the clotting red and holds it up again. But the portal is still silent.

"I want to go home. . . please!" His voice cracks and Rabbilyn dissolves in tears of despair and frustration. "Please! Please let me go home!!" He waves the crystal in the air and struggles with hysteria as the bartender grabs hold of his collar and drags him toward the door. But the portal doesn't budge. There is no familiar roar of the magical rift or the blinding blue swirl. Rabbilyn grits his teeth and stares at the crystal, hopelessly hoping that his will alone might mend its crack and bring him home. . .