look like now after all these years? Would he still have that afraid look in his eye that he had had all those nights before? Would fifteen years of running from fate and hearing of the unfortunate happenings to his companion have changed him at all? What sort of man would he be so far down the line? These and other such questions buzzed through Ragnarok's head as they made their way closer and closer to the man. They were not unlike a hive of angry hornets that had been made all the more enraged by having their nest set a blaze. Clopis, inversely, had virtually nothing on his mind. He mostly wondered as to what would be left of the man once his captain was finished withand unexpected stop though when out from the motel and into the court yard came an individual, crashing down onto the stones like a sack of potatoes. Ragnarok froze. Clopis stared, mouth open slightly and unblinking. Ragnarok narrowed his eyes, trying to get a better look of who it was that had came flying out the motel. He ground his teeth together, trying to see if this was who he had been seeking for so many years now. The one who got away, the one who lived, but no more. Clopis looked from his captain to the man lying down respectively, at a loss for what to do. He turned full on to his captain and wondered what would happen next. Would this stranger die because he was