Andy crawled into bed with Annlonna and gathered her in his arms. “We finally get a night to ourselves, and I can’t move,” she said. “Once we get you into position, I can manage,” Andy joked. She smiled. “Should I give you more energy?” Andy offered. “You didn’t take very much earlier.” “No. That wouldn’t be a good idea.” “Why not?” “Because I need to keep my magic to stay weak. When I was in the trance, after you left, Mishtali came. He asked me to fill my vial with magic. There’s only one way I know to do that. Let the vial drain it from me and that only works if I’m weak.” “Ann, Mishtali’s dead.” “No, he was alive. It was him.” “Assuming it was him, why does he want you to do that?” “He didn’t say. He only said to do that and then to bring it along with you, Pt’this, Nim, and a healer back to your world. He didn’t say why.” “We should tell Pt’this about this.” Andy started to get up. “No, wait.” She tried to hold him but failed. He stopped halfway up. “What?” “He asked me not to tell anyone about the vial. Let’s wait until morning. Pt’this needs rest too.” Andy agreed with that, and so they slept.