He couldn't deny that was a good point. He didn't know of any time travel spells, but what did they truly know of the Rifts? Could it be possible for Samouel to wander the Fade for five years on this side, and yet spend what? Minutes? Days on that side? It was a possibility, a possibility that shone painfully bright, his fingers trembling as he fought between rage and a hope that nearly stole his breath. Wounds he thought long soothed and buried tore, his heart wrenching open for the third time in his life.

"Show it to me," he said to him, gazing into his eyes, his own warring between wanting to believe him and the practicality of knowing that this was to good to be true. "Show me what I gave you, that night in the woods not far from the river." He meant the necklace he had given him, the one with his code on the back, the code to come and find him.