Something is out of place in the room. The chair next to the Sha'rah board is moved as if someone is sitting there. A glass of icewater sits next to the board, as does a small journal. The board is set up in a sequence that Shelley is very familiar sequence. The opening to one that won her the most important game of her life.

The air shimmered, and a figure in black is lounging in her chair.

(A pretty man came to me)

He took a sip of his icewater, before he began to applaud slowly.

(Never seen eyes so blue)

The man dressed in all black was older than when she had seen him last, but his mellifluous voice was the same as ever. He licked his lips before he spoke.

"I must congratulate you on your ability to survive... It is most unprecedented."