[Despite the tears that run down his cheeks, despite the sniffles, he smiles. Poor Law. He remembers the first day he came back to life. How shocked he had been that Law didn't hate him. How Law had cherished and protected his memory of their time together, cut too short too early. It's so painful to see that he's forgotten it all again but they will have plenty of time to catch up once they've found each other for the third time. All he wants is to wrap the boy up in his arms and hold him close like when he was still a child, and together they can be each other's shelter against this strange collision of worlds.]

Do you know where you are? There's another version of me who has airships, and he can probably bring you to me, or me to him. I'm on Grandeur Island right now, in the New World.