While in Everlost it is known as the Intolerable Nexus of Extremes, the living have a different name for it.

The living call it Graceland.

The Mississippi wind kept most Afterlights away from Memphis, so only a few Afterlights knew of the strange and curious properties of Graceland, and the rumors faded the farther one got from the place. Mary Hightower, however, was now privy to firsthand information. After hearing the Sniffer’s account of his own personal experience there, Mary concluded, with both excitement and remorse, that this was the place she must meet Nick. In fact, she believed it was the destined place for their meeting, chosen, perhaps, by the Almighty himself.

Mary had no fear of the vortex, because the way she saw it, she could not be any more right than she already was.

Dearest Nick,

It appears our paths cross again. While I detest the very idea of putting my children at risk, I will defend what I know to be true. It would be foolish of you to battle us, however. I have more than two hundred loyal Afterlights—certainly we outnumber you.

I propose a meeting at a neutral location. I have been advised that the mansion at Graceland is a comfortable place for such a meeting. I will be there waiting for you today at five o’clock PM. I feel confident we will be able to either resolve our differences, or reach an acceptable compromise.

Most humbly yours,

Miss Mary Hightower

The girl who had brought the note looked terrified. Nick smiled to ease her fear, but he knew his smile no longer appeared comforting. Most of it flowed into a dark dripping frown which made the girl back away into Johnnie-O, who stood behind her. Used to be kids were more frightened by Johnnie-O and his power-knuckles than they were of Nick.

“Thank you,” Nick told her. Then he reached for the bucket, which he still kept close, and with his good hand he pulled out a coin. “As payment for bringing me this message, I’m going to offer you a reward.” He turned the coin in his fingers. “Do you know what this is?”

“Mary says it’s evil.”

“Do you believe that?”

“Yes,” said the girl quickly. Then after a moment. “I don’t know …” She regarded it for a moment more, clearly tempted. Then she asked, “What will you do to me if I don’t take it?”

“Nothing,” said Nick. “Just because I’m offering it to you doesn’t mean you have to take it.” He was surprised by the question, but he supposed he shouldn’t be. The lies that Mary must have told her children about him were woven so deeply into their minds, it would take more than a chocolate smile to win them over.

“I’m not supposed to take anything from you, sir.”