"I'd say I'm sorry, but I'm really not." Bunker says, searching for you through the blood-sodden snow. The Ice falls gently, slowly covering up the trail of red as it descends back to the earth. Althea's earth. His goddess! Her Grace! The wonder that she was!

He scoffed as he was reminded of you through the rustling leaves of the iced bushes. "Come out, filthy mutt. You're supposed to be a gift for Her Grace."