Charlie laughed. “Most of ’em kinda do,” he said. “She’s got her fingers in everything.” Then he got a little quiet. A little scared, maybe. “D’ya think she knows I’m helping you?”

“She’ll forgive you,” Nick said. “She prides herself on how forgiving she is. She’d even forgive me if I gave up my ‘evil ways.’ Anyway, you’re not ‘helping me’—I’ve hired you, and business is business, right?”

Then Nick handed Charlie a mug full of chocolate. Payment for his services.

“Someday I’m gonna get tired of this stuff,” Charlie warned.

“Well,” said Nick, “it’s all I’ve got to give.”

Charlie shrugged it off. “No worries. I can always trade it for something else.”

He was right about that. As awful as Nick’s affliction was, in Everlost dripping chocolate was like dripping gold. It was his bad luck to die at fourteen with a chocolate smudge on his face, and as he forgot more and more of his life on earth, that little smudge spread. In Everlost, we are what we remember, Mary had once told him. So why did he have to remember that stupid chocolate stain?

Allie—who had died in the same accident as Nick— had never laughed at Nick because of it. And when other kids in Mary’s domain had taken to calling him “Hershey,” she helped him fight to keep his memories and his name. The thought of Allie saddened him. They had arrived here together, and had journeyed through Everlost together. He had always felt that their fates were somehow intertwined, but they had both gone their separate ways, and Nick never even had the chance to say good-bye. No doubt Allie finally made her way home to find what became of her family. He wondered if she ever took hold of her coin, and completed her journey. He hoped she had, but another, more selfish side of himself hoped that she remained here in Everlost, so he might see her again someday.

“Look,” said Charlie, “Mary’s already leaving.”

Sure enough, Nick could see the Hindenburg in the distance, rising up to the sky.

“I should have stayed there by that tree,” Nick said. “Then she’d have to face me.”

“Wouldn’t work,” said Johnnie-O. “If she saw you there, she’d never get out of that ship.”