All that time. All that waiting. All of it for nothing. Ben's afterlife was supposed to be over almost a year ago. On a lonely highway, amidst shimmering ribbons of water, under a warming sky, the day Ben dreaded finally dawned. He faced the angel, knowing its service was done. He braced himself and waited for the fate that Esa's captivity held at bay for way too long. He'd tried to run. Nathan found him. He should have known. Nathan could always find him. He had to face the inevitable. He had to face the end. He did his best to face it bravely. The end never came. Adrift and angry, Ben remains trapped between a world that's moved on without him, and a world that's left him behind. He's tired of waiting. He's tired of whining. He's tired of struggling to understand. He wants to DO something for himself. Not four, but three. Not six, but nine. Not dead, not yet. Kindle around the fires of yesterday. Listen to the song that lifts from a mournful heart. Now rise, a chorus of broken voices. We cannot live in ashes. We will not live in fear.