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They're running. All of them at full speed. Through the blighted city, towards the Sword of Songs, towards Siggy's destiny . Trying to avoid the shades and ghosts around them, staying within the fog conjured by Willow.
Coming around a corner, they all side step around a ghost, barely avoiding it. Except for Cricket. He barrels right through it, unable to stop himself in time. As it moves through him, he goes cold. For a split second his legs give out as he feels years of his life melt away from his body. Righting himself, he immediately glances to Willow, to see if she's caught him falter. Of course she did, she always does.
As he sputters out that he's fine, that he hates this place, can't wait to get out of here, he watches behind her as the shade walks away hand in hand with the aspect of his child self. Watches the five years he'd promised Willow just yesterday walk away with them.