As she left the Starboard Promenade, she passed other children in the common areas of the ship. She had collected forty-seven of them. In her days at the towers, there had been many, many more—but Nick had taken them from her. He had betrayed her, handing each of her children the key to their own undoing. He had placed a coin in each of their hands. The coins! Those horrid little reminders that a true death did await all of them if they were foolish enough to seek it—and just because there was a light at the end of the tunnel, it didn’t mean it was something to be desired. Not the way Mary saw it. Heaven might shine bright, but so do flames.

As the ship descended, Mary went to the control car— the ship’s bridge which hung from the belly of the giant craft. From there she would have the best view as they descended.

“We should touch down in a few minutes,” Speedo told her, as he intently piloted the sleek silver beast. He was one of the few Afterlights to refuse to take a coin on the day Nick betrayed her. That had earned him a special place. A position of trust and responsibility.

“Look at that field.” Speedo pointed it out. “Do you see all those deadspots?”

From the air it looked like a hundred random polka dots on the ground.

“There must have been a battle here once,” Mary suggested. “Perhaps the Revolutionary War.”

There was one Everlost tree, standing on its own deadspot. “The trap is in that tree,” Speedo told her as they neared the ground.

It was a grand tree, its leaves full of rich reds and yellows, set apart from the greener summertime trees of the living world. For this tree it would always be the early days of fall, but the leaves would never drop from its branches. Mary wondered what had caused it to cross over. Perhaps lovers had carved their initials in it, and then it was struck by lightning. Perhaps it was planted in someone’s memory, but was then cut down. Or maybe it simply soaked up the blood of a fallen soldier, and died years later in a drought. For whatever reason, the tree didn’t die entirely. Instead it crossed into Everlost, like so many things that the universe saw fit to preserve.

The foliage of the tree was so dense, they couldn’t see the trap, even after they had touched down.

“I’ll go first,” Mary said. “But I’d like you to come too. I’ll need you to free our new friend from the net.”

“Of course, Miss Mary.” Speedo smiled a smile that was slightly too large for his face.