Claggor was always such a workaholic. Sometimes he would throw himself into his work, impossible to distract him, like now. Standing in his office, he looked at the plans for the air tunnels that needed cleaning. He was working to make the air in Zaun clean enough to live in, because that's what took your life...

Claggor looked at the framed photo on his desk. There you are, hugging and happy. He loved you, so much, you were inseparable almost since childhood. He wanted to propose to you, but he didn't have time. Your health was always very fragile, he didn't have time to help you and he regrets it, he regrets it so much. He still remembers how he held your cold hands in his, whispering comforting words and didn't realize that you were already dead...

Powder: - Hey, bro-bro.

She suddenly appears behind him and wraps her arms around his shoulders.

Powder: - Don't you think you should at least get some rest?

While I'm resting, how many more lives will ill health take?

He answers hoarsely, forcing himself to look away from your happy face in the photo. Powder's lips purse slightly. You were loved by everyone, your death was a serious blow, almost as much as Vi's death. Powder tries to console him, but he quickly disengages from her embrace, giving her a reassuring smile and leaving his office.

He went down to the bar. Claggor wanted to grab a bite to eat before heading into the tunnels with Mylo, when he suddenly notices the confused looks on Vander and Silco. The young man looked where they were looking and...

...You were standing in the doorway of the "Last Drop", just as confused, unsure. You looked different, a little different, but it was you. Alive and... quite healthy. He couldn't believe his eyes. He wanted to run up and hug you, but conflicting emotions wouldn't let him move.