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little anyway, to satisfy Mary and Arran. Mary’s feelings would be hurt if she did not, and Arran worried for her, thinking that she did not eat enough. 
    She didn’t, in truth. She cared what happened to Lithon, to Mary, to Arran, and had become friends with Conmager and even Allard. But Ally did not care about her own fate very much, a fact that worried Mary to no end. 
    So she ate. 
    “It is time,” said Conmager, “that we decided what we are to do next.” 
    Ally felt a twinge of fear. She did not want to leave. She had been safe here. 
    “I cannot tell you what to do, only advise,” said Conmager. “But now let me advise. I think it is time we moved on.”
    “Where?” said Arran. Ally sought his hand under the table. She found it, and his hard, callused fingers gave hers a comforting squeeze. “Another of your safe houses?”
    “At first,” said Conmager, “But a longer journey. I think we should travel through the Tower of Endless Worlds and return to my world.” He smiled. “Our world…it is your native world, Ally and Lithon, even if you cannot remember it.”
    Ally shook her head. “All I can remember of it is the Crimson Plain.” 
    “And I can’t remember any of it,” said Lithon. 
    “Why should we return to our world?” said Arran. “The journey through the Tower is perilous. The Tower is collapsing, and the way back to our world may no longer exist.” 
    “The Tower might be falling,” said Conmager, “but such a colossal structure would not fall so quickly.”
    Arran shook his head. “The Tower is falling into ruin. The way you took to Earth is likely gone, and the way I traveled might have disappeared. The Tower is crumbling very quickly, I think, though I know not why.” Ally could hear the faint tension in his voice at the mention of the Tower. She knew the memory, among others, still haunted him. 
    “Perhaps,” said Conmager, “but these creatures, these children of the void, only seem to attack lone travelers. They appear to leave large groups alone. The soldiers you overheard said as much.”
    Ally blinked. “They attacked us and Sir Liam.” She could now remember what had inspired the strange image that had haunted her dreams for so long, the vast stone corridor and the whispering shadows. 
    The voidspawn, the children of the void.
    “Sir Liam was tired and old, and you and Lithon were but children,” said Conmager. “If we went, we would be well-equipped. You and I know some of the white magic.” 
    Ally grimaced. “Not much, in my case.”
    “And we will have Sir Arran’s Sacred Blade, and the enchanted bullets,” said Conmager. “We could fight off any assault.”
    “I do not think that is possible,” said Arran, his voice quiet. Ally felt the tension in his fingers. “I barely escaped with my life from the Tower. One misstep, a second’s hesitation, and I would have perished but inches from the door to Earth. I will not go to the Tower again, save for a great need.” 
    “Yeah,” said Mary, waving her serving fork. “Why should we go to the other world? I mean, if we’re safe here, why? Isn’t the other world dangerous, filled with winged demons and gunmen and worse things? I’ve heard some of the stories you tell.”
    “True,” said Conmager, “but hear me out, I beg. I think it would give us an advantage. First, Marugon searches for Ally and Lithon here on Earth. If we could slip through the Tower and reach our world without his knowledge, it would throw off his search.”
    Mary snorted. “Isn’t that why Sir Liam brought Ally and Lithon here in the first place?” Allard grunted and reached for the mashed potatoes. 
    “Yes,” said Arran. Ally again felt the tension of memory in his hand. “That was his hope.”
    “And it worked so well, didn’t it?” said Mary. 
    Conmager scratched his chin. “Sarcasm does not become you.”
    Ally raised an eyebrow. “Even when she’s right?”
    “A second reason,” said Conmager.