Later that night.

Dovey was roaming in the lawn all by himself.

Rye lay down on the bed in her room, wondering, “How much longer am I going to sleep alone in the bed?” she sighed. “The nights are getting harder and harder to bear. Sometimes it gets so difficult to control the urge to tell him all these things.”

Just then, black fog entered the room through an open window.

Rye saw that but didn’t even blink, much less flinch.

“We can help you get Benjamin to your side,” Smiling Legion said. “We’