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''The [[/heap]] contains the snippets. This is all draft.


== Part n+1 - Initiate ending ==
<screenplay>


''The soft vibrating that you feel in your bones, it is nothing more than the humming air, handsaws twanging, cats purring too many to hear. Do you have a problem with silence?
'''''MIDNIGHT... BUT NOT


''Notes:
''After. The Void. The Nothing. The universe of Arling Tor has been destroyed. Only sphinxes remain, 3.8 billion winged cat creatures, hungry, immortal, lost. They barely move, lingering, hovering, balling together, forming a nearly solid moon-sized sphere of roiling cat matter. They do not hurtle.


# ''Coraline is a librarian.
''Gaze, sweetling, upon the sheer impossibility.
# ''Links may cross inter-universal boundaries.
# ''Notes may provide context, but not meaning.
# ''The story is always told from perspective. Translations are built in, even gestures.
# ''Gestures hold transient meaning.
# ''Coraline Henderson is dead.


=== Midnight - the end of Arling Tor ===
''Instantiate. The centre of the sphere. A pocket, not of air, but of space. In it are two humans, or at least entities who had once been human. Bertram is in grey, dark and concealing, unchanged from his ancient role of Voice. Coraline is in blue, light and summery. They are the same. They are nothing alike. Together, they form something else entirely, but not. She is no longer the Hand.


In the end, the universe is destroyed, leaving behind two survivors surrounded by approximately 3.8 billion sphinxes.
''Cat eyes stare at them from all sides. Cat noses crinkle. Cat butts flash.


The survivors seem rather annoyed, not so much because everything they have ever known is now gone, but because, as a result, they have now found themselves sitting in a small pocket in the middle of what is effectively a giant, moon-sized wad of winged cats. The sphinxes watch them from all sides. They are sitting on sphinxes. Bertram has a sphinx on his lap. Coraline has a sphinx on her head. Occasionally the walls roil as the sphinxes rearrange themselves, but mostly the interior is just a solid expanse of fur and eyes and wings and whiskers and cute little cat noses crinkling softly in their general direction, filled with the overwhelming sound of purring.
''They speak over the purring, too loud to hear, but to their ears, meaningless. "Good job," Bertram says.


"Good job," Bertram says over the noise.
''A sphinx drops onto Coraline's head, seemingly unplanned, but impeccable, draping itself over her face like a deep cowl. Its eyes supersede her own. Together, they look like Batman, and together they glare at him unimpressedly.


Coraline glowers at him from under her sphinx hat,<ref>It makes her look like Batman.</ref> but the effect is dulled by her mask, stange and silvery and eyeless.
''"Really, I'm impressed," Bertram goes on. "I did not expect that when we destroyed the entire universe, this would happen."


"Really," Bertram goes on. "I'm impressed. I did not expect that when we destroyed the entire universe, this would happen."
</screenplay>


== Part 0 - Initiate prologue ==
== Part 0: Present introductions ==


''The year is 2032 by the Cerrisian calendar. It has been four years since the crown of Soravia fell, sending the kingdom into chaos and turmoil. As the ruling Houses struggle for power and influence, they make alliances and send their armies to march and engage in terrible battles. The devastation only spreads, with no end in sight.
''In the year 2028, by the Cerrisian calendar, the crown of Soravia fell, sending the kingdom into chaos and turmoil. Years pass. The ruling Houses struggle for power and influence, making alliances and sending their armies to march and engage in terrible battles. The devastation only spreads, with no end in sight.


''But Soravia is large, and many areas remain almost unaffected.
''But Soravia is large, and many areas remain almost unaffected.
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''Notes:
''Notes:


# ''This was all planned in retrospect.
# ''Coraline is a librarian.
# ''{{idioma|Not everything is translated from the original tongues.}}
# ''The story is always told from perspective. Translations are built in, even gestures.
# ''Notes may provide meaning, but not context.
# ''A 'universe' is an artificial construct.
# ''The worlds are circular. You may repeat yourself.
# ''Notes may provide context, but not meaning.
 
# ''Coraline Henderson is dead.
=== String 2943 ===
# ''{{idioma|Sisu.}}
 
{{q|Most people have dreams that are very simple. Family, home, food, warm water for a bath at the end of the day. Not that difficult.}}
 
=== Dreamscape ===
 
The strangest thing about the dream, probably, was the fact that it was not green. The sky was not green, but simply hanging grey and low. The ground was not green, but dull and rocky, not tinted by an otherworldly glow, simply there. The wind - for there was wind here - was furtive and blustery, coming in wet bursts. It was going to rain.
 
And it wasn't green.
 
It wasn't noisy.
 
Really, it wasn't anything...
 
She startled, slowing, looking around. There was something, a noise, a hint of warmth drifting around her. Trolls? They were in the area, and they were hunting her. They were always hunting her, and she didn't remember any point in which they hadn't been hunting her, and so she simply turned and fled, darting down the corridor of trees, into the dark, under the whistling branches. Dull leaves shifted underfoot, muffling her footfalls. It was getting darker. They were getting closer. The rain was coming.
 
She tripped. She fell.
 
She was down. Underground. A passage, a tall shaft above, open to the sky, showing little light from so far. The first raindrops fell wet and heavy, but only from time to time, only on one side, thrown by the wind above.+
 
Down here, though, the walls were already wet. Trickling moisture hinted at life within the ground, of strangeness, of alien forces silently at work, always changing. She needed a direction. Two options, two ways to run.
 
So she chose, and she ran, and the walls ran with her. She ran, and the walls changed, widening the corridor, opening out into a grand cavern. Further on, jagged rock gave way to strange formations, pillars and columns, almost too precise, but right here, in front of her, was a car, some ancient Soviet model, poking its hood from the wall. It grinned at her, all bumper and headlights, and said, "Whaddya know about that?"
 
"I'm sorry," she told the car, "But I can't stop. I need to keep moving. The moment I stop, everything goes horribly wrong and the trolls find me, so I need to keep moving, okay?"
 
"I won't ask him," the car replied, withdrawing back into the wall.
 
She frowned, but really that was good enough.
 
She realised she was stopped.
 
The dream fell away.
 
=== Molstead Inn - morning ===
 
Coraline Henderson was perfectly normal. She owned an inn and tended bar in the small town of Molstead, got out of bed in the middle of the afternoon, bought random things at market that sometimes made no sense at all, rescued passing adventurers from giants, occasionally went to temple and argued with the statuary, and was, of course, perfectly normal. The only thing particularly abnormal about her was the minor detail that she was actually from another planet, in another universe, called Earth.
 
This planet was called Cerris.
 
Here, in Molstead, she tended to go by the name Lyra Zidane. There wasn't anything particularly wrong with her real name, but she was paranoid, and Lyra was a nice, simple name.<ref>Not that 'Coraline' was her real name either; for a native Finn, it had far too few vowels to be appropriate.</ref> Most of the ones she used were.
 
This morning, Coraline woke up relatively early.<ref>It was still morning.</ref> There was a cat on her head, which helped. It was also the middle of summer, which was probably the main reason - it was very, very warm.
 
She pushed the cat off her head and stared at the ceiling for a moment in the stewing heat.
 
The cat slid onto another pillow and curled up again.
 
"How can you even move in this?" she asked the cat. "All the fur... so warm..."
 
The cat said nothing, so Coraline just lay there for a bit in extreme discomfort. Everything was warm. She felt like a puddle. The voices in the back of her mind, though contained to a low murmur, felt like dripping, weighing down on her even more than the oppressive heat. There were no trolls. Everything was just... heavy.
 
Eventually, somehow, she got out of bed, found some clothes, downed her morning medicine,<ref>Brandy.</ref> and nearly tripped over the cat when it ran out after her. Then she was in the kitchen with its horrible lack of any sensible kitchen appliances. These people had magic, and yet nobody had thought to invent a dishwasher. They had no proper ovens, no easy-on stoves, no mixers; even the concept of a refrigerator seemed like a far off dream.
 
The bread was mouldy.
 
The eggs seemed to be fine.
 
There was a pile of vegetables in a barrel. They looked a bit soggy.
 
Coraline was suddenly very, very glad she was not the cook, did not normally ever have to cook, and in fact did not really know how to cook in the first place,<ref>At least not with these low-fi appliances.</ref> and hastily closed the barrel.
 
The problem was, there should have been a cook around by now, or more specifically, a geral innkeeper, but Jess was nowhere to be seen. The entire place was depressingly empty, silent, and horribly warm.
 
She glared at the stove and the coals burst into flame, making it even warmer.
 
"Fine," Coraline muttered, and put some eggs and bread on to fry.
 
Grumbling, she then walked into the tavern proper, glared at it, and then gave up and grumped up to the counter when this had no effect, it being an inanimate space devoid of all occupants. Then she almost tripped over the cat again, realised she'd forgotten what she came in here for, went over to prop open the door to maybe get some breeze, and then, on the way back to the cat, nearly ran into a guy coming down the stairs.
 
She glared at him, which had slightly more of an effect than the previous glare, but only slightly. He was a local, but he'd probably been too drunk to go home the previous night, and the bouncer, Dors, very much enjoyed hauling people up the stairs to sleep it off. Now the guy looked perhaps even more out of sorts than she was. Not unusual, but also normally not her job to deal with it.
 
"Morning," he said groggily, rubbing his head. Then he tripped over the cat.
 
Coraline stared blankly for a moment before it occured to her to actually get him over to the bar and maybe get him some coffee. And herself some coffee. She clearly needed some coffee.
 
When she plonked some mugs down between them, he mumbled what might have been thanks and stared glumly into his own, disinclined to do anything with it.
 
"Drink it," she said, "It'll help." She drank some of her own for emphasis. It wasn't very good.
 
The guy just sat there.
 
The cat jumped up and flopped down next to his arm. Coraline petted it angrily, and then told the guy, "Seriously, drink it."
 
He picked up the mug and stared at his coffee as though it were some strange and foreign potion. Oddly, it wasn't, though Coraline had no idea why. It was just a thing here, and they got shipments with all the other things. And it was very much coffee.
 
Suddenly he downed it in three solid gulps, stared at the empty mug, seemed to stop, then startled, twitched, stood up, and fell over again. The cat peered after him with absolute disinterest.
 
Coraline peered over the counter as well, somewhat more worried than the cat, wondering if she'd finally managed to accidentally kill a patron, but the guy was already getting up. He shrugged himself off, looked at the cat suspiciously, and then asked, quietly, "Er, how much will that be?"
 
"Uhnn, let's see..." she said, rummaging around for a bit under the bar. Then she found the paper pad covered in doodles, and, occasionally, billing info.<ref>Even more occasionally, in the correct language for the region.</ref> "Looks like you got your tab up to five, so let's make it eight silver altogether including room and board. Includes breakfast, if you want it."
 
"Er," he said, passing her the coins, "What's breakfast?"
 
"Eggs on toast," she said
 
"Okay," he said.
 
She got him the rest of the eggs and toast, and watched as he wandered out, munching, before picking up the cat and following after herself.
 
=== Molstead - morning ===
 
It was a bright sunny morning: horrible and warm and bright and full of birds. Loud birds. Also neighbours.
 
Bob, the guy down the street, was passing by with a barrow full of what were probably not coconuts, though they looked a little bit like them. A group of women were by the Harrison place gossiping under a tree. They waved, and she waved back, because that was apparently what people did around here.
 
Some guys were heading up the road with a bunch of saws. A gaggle of kids were playing with a dog.
 
There was a distinct lack of the one person who was supposed to be there.
 
"Cat," she said, "Where's Jess?"
 
The cat said nothing, though it seemed surprisingly happy considering she was holding it at the moment like a sack of potatoes.
 
"Seriously," Coraline said, "She should be here."
 
The cat had nothing useful to say to this either, and just sort of dangled in her arms.
 
"Hmph," she said.
 
Still carrying the cat, she wandered off toward the market to try to find out just what had happened to her day gal. Asking around yielded nothing, though one annoyingly hamstery guy kept asking her what day it was and then followed her all the way to the square when she tried to just ignore him. Another asked what the deal with the cat was, but she didn't know quite why she was still carrying it herself. She didn't know where it had even come from in the first place. It wasn't her cat.
 
The market was a fairly standard affair, as far as she could tell. A town this size had a pretty consistent setup, with stalls and tables around the square for when it was nice out, and shops all around that serving as backup. Outside it wasn't necessarily the same folks any given day - a town of a few hundred had a fair bit of overlap, and while the Jameses were the go-to meat sellers where everyone would drop off and/or pick up their meat supplies, they wouldn't necessarily get the same James son or daughter two days in a row.
 
And then there was Barney, one of the blacksmiths. He kept trying to sell her a sword. Apparently he'd made it just for her, and every time he saw her come by, he'd hurry over and insist that today was the day that she would buy this brilliant piece of moulded metal off of him.
 
Today was no different. "Lyra!" Barney said, hurrying over to Coraline. "I've got this sword. You know I've got this sword. It's got your name written all over it, and for the absolute steal of a price of five silver it's all yours, all yours!" He held the sword, fortunately sheathed, up in her face and jiggled it around.
 
She pushed it aside. "Look, you-" she began, but then the other guy was in her face again, the one who'd followed her all the way here, all hamstery and insistent.
 
"What day is it?" the guy asked for what might have been the eighty-seventh time.
 
The cat hissed at him. "The day you die," it said quietly, and settled around Coraline's shoulders.
 
Coraline ignored this, and then Barney was pulling the other guy aside again in order to reclaim his own rightful place in her face.
 
The hamstery guy, whatever his name even was, wandered off to bother the Jameses instead.
 
"Five silver," Barney repeated. "Once in a lifetime deal. Just five, and it's all yours!"
 
The thing was, five silver was a really good deal for a sword. Barney's steel was good, too - she'd previously bought a pickaxe off him, and it'd held up to all manner of non-warranty-covered abuse before she'd finally bent it out of shape - and a decent sword usually went for more like 50, too, even when it wasn't custom-made. The only problem was that she had absolutely no use whatsoever for a sword. The ornate golden staff she always carried<ref>Except when she forgot, or had it stuffed in her magic bag.</ref> was basically a large, ornate golden gun, fashioned after a phoenix with bladed wings extended. At range, it shot energy bolts that seemed to vary in intensity according to whatever she felt like, and in a pinch is was also quite heavy and rather sharp, and thus highly effective when used to whack people over the head. Which she seemed to do a lot for some reason.
 
But five silver was a really good deal. And she'd always sort of wanted a proper sword. Granted she'd been five at the time, and continued to act like she was five, for a good chunk of her life.<ref>This had been perfectly fine by her brothers, of course, who had generally also acted like they were five as the entire lot of them did vicious battle on the sofas with a set of tape measures, but a fair bit less fine by their parents, who quickly tired of things getting broken. Usually it was just tape measures, but the occasional broken chair or collarbone were no laughing matter, despite the fact that the kids had tended to laugh uproariously when it happened. While crying at the same time, in the case of the collarbone.</ref>
 
"Five?" she asked.
 
"All yours," Barney said.
 
"Oh, very well," Coraline said, fishing out some coins.
 
The sword was a strange weight on her belt, especially when all she was really wearing under it was a light blouse and skirt.
 
Barney looked her over and nodded. "Aye, yes, that's the look. Utterly dashing, the lady wizard."
 
Coraline eyed him suspiciously, then asked, "You seen Jess around?" She figured she might as well try to get something useful out of him while he was here.
 
"Not today, my lady," he said.
 
"Blugh," she said. "Thanks for the sword, though. I think. And don't ever do that again." She held up a finger for emphasis.
 
He grinned at her and backed away with a weird swagger. In another time and place, she suspected the guy would have been right at home in a used car lot.
 
Asking around some more (and avoiding the Jameses and their unfortunate inherited questioning baggage) revealed much the same - nobody had seen Jess today, though normally the girl did come through here on her way to mind the inn.
 
Janice, who sold mostly cloth and craft items, suggested she head up and check the family's farm. "Might just have taken sick or something," Janice said.
 
Coraline nodded. Bit odd for the summer, but it did sometimes happen.
 
"If not, I'd try the temple," Janice added. "It's near there, and little Jess always did like seeing the statue."
 
"Little?" Coraline said.
 
"Well, maybe not so much anymore," Janice said with a smile. "Growing up into a right lovely young lady, that one. Might even take after you some day." She waggled a finger at Coraline.
 
Coraline smiled vaguely at this, waving goodbye as she headed out again and Janice wished her a good day.
 
She had often wondered what all they thought of her, but never quite had the heart to ask. They thought she was a wizard, after all. They thought she was from Ord, too, the strange local mirror-universe where magic was even weirder than here,<ref>Coraline didn't even try to understand how that worked, but apparently it was a very different deal from how her real own universe was entirely separate, because Ord was only partially separate. Or something. Possibly.</ref><ref>Maybe.</ref> and indeed probably thought quite a few other odd things on top of that. But that was fine. People could think what they wanted.
 
 
 
Coraline headed up the road to the Eslinger farm thinking about toasters. Wonderful invention, toasters. She thought about other things, too. She thought about normality and how much she liked it, and how annoyingly not normal this day was being. She saw a stump that looked suspiciously like a guy in rough leathers, and thought about that, and then realised it really was a guy in rough leathers when he moved.
 
He stepped forward, apparently keen on addressing her, but his attention seemed to be mostly on her staff, slung over her shoulders. "Fuck, that's a giant arse staff. What's the deal with that?" he said, gawping.
 
Coraline put on her best worrisome smile, and said, "I'm a wizard, mate. Can't you tell?" The staff always sold that one, even though she could hardly do much real magic herself. The stylised phoenix on the end had a bit of an orb that just sort of hovered in place, unattached, where the head should have been. Really magical-looking, that orb, but even in general the whole thing looked too impractical to not be magical. The fact that she was still wearing a cat for some reason probably didn't hurt either.
 
"Oh. Really?" he said, now looking a little worried.
 
She laughed, and asked, "You passing through around here? I own the Molstead Inn, if you need a room for the night."
 
"Great," he said, just sort of standing there awkwardly.
 
He didn't seem inclined to say anything else, so she just spun about and continued on her way.
 
 
 
According to her mum, Jess had left home at the usual time this morning, with no indication of anything amiss.
 
It was like she had just vanished, except people did not normally just vanish, and when they did, it was generally not a good sign at all. Coraline supposed that that had been exactly what had happened to her in her own world, though. But she'd had warning. She had agreed to this. Not that she'd told anyone else about it. Were they looking for her?
 
Probably not. It'd been almost five years now.
 
=== Molstead temple - noonish ===
 
It was a long shot, but per Janice's direction, she checked the temple, too, poking her head inside while the cat on her shoulders licked its paws disinterestedly. The main room was empty, the large statue of Azorres, god of Light and Life, looking down on the space surrounded by much smaller shrines to some of the other gods.
 
It was cool and quiet inside, and dark, despite all the windows letting down their respective sunbeams, and she let the door shut gently behind her.
 
"Hey, statue," she said.
 
The voice that emanated out was long and low, but one she knew well, having spent considerable time arguing with it.<ref>Usually about things like rocks and social niceties.</ref> "Welcome back, wayfarer," the statue said. "How are you holding up?"
 
And it was, specifically, the statue speaking. The local gods did at times speak through their icons, especially Azorres, but in their stead many of the larger statues likewise had voices of their own, and, indeed, personalities. Coraline quite liked this one, though she tried not to show it ever.
 
"Well," she said slowly, "I'm drunk out of my skull, my life's a bloody Monty Python skit, and my day gal is missing. And I've got this extra cat for some reason. I have no idea where this cat came from."
 
"No worse?" the statue said.
 
"No worse, no better, just voices, voices, voices, booze, and voices." Coraline threw her arms out in emphasis at all the voices, wobbling the cat, and sighed. "Seriously, though, have you seen Jess? It's just that her folks said she left, but no one's seen her along the way and she never showed up at work. She didn't come by here today, by any chance, did she?"
 
"She has not been here," the statue said in its calm low voice.
 
"Well, bugger," Coraline said. The cat on her shoulder stuck a paw on her cheek, and she eyeballed it out of the corner of her eye. She had two cats, Tress and Thimble. Good mousers the both of them, and also very good lap warmers, despite Thimble's perpetually angry expression.<ref>He wasn't really angry; the look was simply caused by his peculiar brow structure. He would have made an amazing meme.</ref> And this cat was neither Tress nor Thimble. Everything else aside, it was a lot larger, prettier, and a very fluffy tortoiseshell longhair to boot, whereas the other two were borderline shorthairs, and respectively brown-pointed and grey.
 
"Oy, cat," she said. "Who are you, anyway?"
 
"Does it matter?" the cat said in a raspy voice.
 
Coraline gave the cat a confused look, then abruptly turned back to the statue. "Statue, was I just speaking cat, or was the cat just speaking... uh... whatever the hell this is?" What she didn't ask was if she was just hallucinating again.
 
"Just Soravian," the statue said. "But should you not know that, if you speak it?"
 
"The moment I know anything about anything will be the moment there's been a massive miracle. Like, when I'm dead or something." Coraline shook her head. "Seriously, it doesn't work that way. Somehow I just talk and the language comes out, except there's some things I can't say properly at all. Usually names and {{idioma|perkele}}."
 
"Most interesting," the statue mused.
 
Coraline frowned, a little surprised she'd just come out and admitted that, but then again she'd always been oddly open with what she told this statue simply on account of it being a large inanimate object that didn't seem particularly inclined to try to exact retribution no matter ''what'' she told it.
 
Then the cat said, "You speak cat, I speak Soravian. What does it matter?"
 
"I could logic you down a hole where nothing matters at all, cat," she said. "If nothing else, though, I need something to call you. That's not 'this cat'. Meow?"
 
The cat purred and curled against Coraline's cheek.
 
"Also it'd be nice to know where you came from so I can worry less that you might be an alien or something trying to suck out my brain juices," Coraline muttered.
 
"I'm Agata," the cat conceded. "I'm a witch's cat. I needed a witch, and you seemed witchy."
 
"What, did something happen to your old witch?" Coraline asked, then added, "Also, I'm kind of not a witch."
 
Agata eyed her for for a moment, then stretched out a leg and stuck a claw up Coraline's nose.
 
"Ow?" Coraline said. It didn't actually hurt, but maybe it should have. She didn't know.
 
"You'll do," the cat purred.
 
Coraline frowned at the cat, and pulled the paw away from her nose. This was all very unexpected, and not what she had come here for at all. She glanced back at the statue.
 
The statue said nothing, and was instead, for the moment, simply very statuey.
 
"Witch died. Had a run-in with a witcher," Agata said under her ear. "Deathdealer, it was."
 
Coraline pulled the cat off her shoulders and rearranged it as a lump in her arms, which she proceeded to scratch behind the ears. "What, around here?"
 
"Around," Agata purred, curling into her fingers happily.
 
The statue's voice echoed through the room once more: "How do you know you are not a witch?"
 
"Er... I suppose I don't?" Coraline said. "Nevermind witches, though. If I were a 15-year-old girl on my way to work in the morning, what might stop me from getting there?"
 
"Everything," Agata said. "Young witches get into all the worst trouble."
 
"Well, this one's definitely not a witch..." Coraline said.
 
"Try it the other way around," the statue said. "''You'' are looking for Jess. Where did you lose her?"
 
Coraline paused and gave it a bit of a think. She wished she could still think the way she used to, carry a thought all the way through, consider every possibility, but it was so hard these days. Was it even the booze anymore, or just the voices coming through distracting her? Except now she was distracting herself thinking about distractions. Not helping.
 
"The road?" Coraline asked finally.
 
"Indeed," the statue said. "If she went missing somewhere along the road into town, look for answers there, that they may bring you to the truth."
 
"Right," Coraline said, then added, not sarcastically at all, "Thanks, statue. You're a wonderful replacement for a working brain."
 
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{{q|Losing your way between dreaming and waking, the bright days you once knew so well fade into nothing but a memory. The colours fade, the edges blur and now you see the world only through the eyes of a sleep-walker - not real enough, and yet too real to understand.|Unknown}}
 
=== Molstead outskirts - noonish ===
 
Coraline went back to the road, Agata now following behind her, and stopped by the bend where she'd run into that guy before. There was no sign of him now, only rocks in the unpaved road that looked suspiciously like rocks poking out of the unpaved road, and dappled sunlight bouncing out of the trees, and waves of hot air rising in the distance.
 
"So there's some ruins out in the woods," Coraline announced, possibly to Agata, after spending entirely too long just sort of staring off into space. Pulling her staff off over her head and momentarily getting her braid tangled in the strap, she headed into the trees.
 
Agata trotted ahead, leading her through the underbrush, away from dry patches, around soggy spots, making little noise. A spider fell on Coraline's head and tried to run down her face, but wound up toppling to the ground instead. She stopped to scratch her nose, and Agata stopped too.
 
Then they heard the voices, rough and raucous, drifting through the trees ahead. Coraline pushed through the twiggage with great ineptitude and peered into the quasi-clearing that opened up before them. It had been a city once, a home to the ancient Torini elves, but now few buildings remained standing, let alone intact. Mostly the white stone blocks and columns lay scattered throughout the ferns and grass, trees growing through and over them, with only the odd wall or pillar rising against the green, clusters of buildings tumbled down into rubble and isolate walls now almost totally reclaimed by the forest. The only thing that really stood out was the building at the far end - intact, still sealed after all these centuries, and nearly untouched by storm or moss.
 
The only other thing that stood out was the bandit camp flat smack in the centre of the ruins.
 
Of the rather dirty-looking men, Coraline counted up to about ten or so, but kept losing the exact count as she glowered in their general direction. Two of them were standing some sort of guard, though neither appeared to have noticed her despite her complete lack of care; the general attention of the entire group seemed to be on Jess, who was tied to a tentpole, and a particularly dangerous-looking bandit standing over her saying something loud and unintelligible. Jess didn't respond. She appeared to be unconscious, her dress torn conspicuously.
 
"{{idioma|Voi paska}}," Coraline said quietly.
 
"I count thirty-seven," Agata said. "Most in the camp, scents of two more in the trees." The cat motioned with its head the general direction of the more in the trees.
 
"Um," Coraline said. Apparently she couldn't even count anymore. Great. And there was also this problem of thirty-odd bandits in a camp who had apparently stolen her employee. She kind of needed that employee.
 
The voices in her head were getting louder again, so the fished a bottle of vodka out of her nearly bottomless bag, downed a couple gulps, nearly fell over when the world gave her a massive spin, and then noticed Agata had fallen asleep on her feet.
 
The bandits seemed to be eating lunch. This wasn't good. She supposed she could just shoot the lot of them, but with so many it didn't seem doable. And she didn't know where the other two were. And they also had a hostage. And her reflexes were kind of not good. And they had a hostage. And there were a lot of them. She had vodka, though. She could throw vodka at them. Flaming vodka. With a sword. That might distract them. Except no, no, that wouldn't work. She wished she had brought the statue.
 
Agata hissed, and something glooped past her foot, bouncing into the shrubbery.
 
She couldn't go for help, either. She knew the council, and she knew just how ineffective the militia could be in a real situation. Even with crossbows their discipline was terrible, so even if they got the camp surrounded, the moment the bandits fought back it would fall to pieces.
 
But maybe she could just try talking to them. She was supposed to be a wizard, after all. People listened to wizards.
 
"Right!" Coraline announced quietly, "Let's get killed!"
 
She stuffed the bottle back in her bag, hefted her staff, and strolled into the ruins with what she hoped was the confident sort of stride that someone with every right to be there would use. Because, like, confidence and stuff. People with confidence could be dangerous. She was dangerous. Yes.
 
Agata gave her a dubious look but followed closely.
 
One of the watchers said something as they approached. Another said something else, standing up and pointing.
 
Coraline gave him a vague look and then walked right past.
 
A few backed away, but the dangerous-looking bandit rose to meet her; the others simply sat and stood and watched, leaving the matter to their leader. And he was their leader - this was clear not just from his posture and regard, but also his hat. It was an extraordinarily fluffy hat, faded blue, knitted with considerable care. It had what might have been cat ears poking up on top. It was all in all quite ridiculous. None but the leader could have pulled off such a ridiculous hat.
 
Coraline stopped a few metres away, and he smiled loudly in invitation.
 
"You in charge?" she demanded flatly.
 
He regarded her for a moment, then said softly, "Bold move, coming alone." He seemed to disregard the cat, and Agata disregarded him right back.
 
They weren't doing anything about it, however. Just waiting. Seeing what she would do first. She had been counting on this. Or she would have been, had she been counting on anything. Probably.
 
"I thought perhaps we could resolve this matter with civility," she said. "Before anyone should..." she took a moment to glance to where one of the bandits was trying to inconspicuously load a crossbow while she tried to come up with and end for the sentence, "...get hurt." She hadn't actually noticed the guy before she'd said that, but then he'd just sort of been there, cranking.
 
The crossbow guy laughed nervously.
 
Coraline levelled her gaze on the leader again. Her staff was pointed in his general direction, though not directly, and he cocked his head at it before returning the gaze.
 
"Well, I reckon we could come to an arrangement," he said. "Such don't come cheaply, though."
 
Coraline eyeballed him, then abruptly turned and walked over to where Jess was tied. Only the girl's hands were bound, and loosely; it was clear they didn't expect her to be able to do much. And indeed, the girl was rather bruised, with a black eye, and breathing raggedly. "For damaged goods?" Coraline said, glancing back.
 
The bandit leader faltered a moment, looking a bit confused. Coraline now had her staff pointed directly at Jess's head. "Ransom's five thousand," he said, recovering himself. "And we'll be all out of your hair. Water under the bridge, as it were."
 
She smiled slightly. "I'll give you five hundred," she said, slipping a coinpurse out of her bag with her free hand. She pulled a few coins out and then tossed the rest of the bag to the bandit leader. Then she pointed at another bandit, this one a lanky bald guy. "You. Bring her for me."
 
For a moment nothing happened. Agata put her ears back, and indeed the cat was a her, Coraline realised. Calicos usually were, since it took a particularly odd genetic fluke for a male to get calico fur, and this was also a witch's cat. It was only fitting.
 
She looked back to the bandit with the hat. The leader, on whom everyone here was waiting. The tenseness was almost tangible, but Coraline's mind kept thinking about daffodils.
 
Finally he nodded, but motioned for two other bandits to go with as well. The one she'd picked out picked up Jess, and then she was headed back out of the camp, out of the ruins, onto the road, the bandits following behind her with Jess, Agata following them.
 
=== Eslinger farm - afternoon ===
 
The walk back to the Eslinger farm was over almost immediately, or so it felt to Coraline.
 
With pursed lips, Mrs. Eslinger quickly ushered Coraline and the lanky bandit inside, directing them toward a room in back with a bed. Then she abruptly turned about and informed the other two in no uncertain terms that they would need to wait outside, daring them to disagree, blocking the entire doorway with her plump frame.
 
Coraline didn't stick around to see how that turned out, and instead continued in, watching as the lanky bandit set Jess down on the bed with surprising care. He backed out quickly as she took a seat next to Jess.
 
The girl was in poor shape, and while Coraline wasn't a doctor, Agata's comments about her being a witch hadn't been entirely wrong. Not that she was a witch any more than she was a real wizard, of course, but she did have a little magic to her name: the thing with understanding languages, the ability to occasionally set things on fire, the ability to heal with a touch. The healing in particular was draining and usually made the voices worse, so she usually tried to avoid it, but in this case it looked to be necessary.
 
She finished off the bottle from before in the hopes of staving off the voices ahead of time, then placed her hands on Jess's chest, feeling for damage, and concentrating on fixing it. Ribs, organs, bruises, more organs. Fear. So much fear and confusion. She didn't know how to fix the fear, though, and let it be for now, smoothing over the rest. In the back of Coraline's mind, voices mumbled incoherently, rising to the fore.
 
The girl's eyes fluttered open, then she saw Coraline. "Lyra?" she said, sitting up. "Where am I?"
 
With some effort, Coraline pushed the voices back, and glanced momentarily back to the door. Mrs. Eslinger and the bandits were nowhere to be seen. "You're home, dear. You're safe," she heard herself say, and after a moment of hesitation, took Jess's hand, adding, "Can you tell me what happened?"
 
Jess's grip tightened, but she just looked away.
 
"It's all right," Coraline said. "None of this is your fault. What they did says nothing about you. It happened, and you're still here, and you're gonna be fine. We just need to go through it so you can begin to heal, and put it behind you."
 
"I can't," Jess said quietly. "I just see them... and I can't. I can't. I can't."
 
"It's all right," Coraline repeated. "Tell me what you see."
 
 
 
After much wheedling, Coraline got the story out of Jess in pieces, doing everything she could to put the girl at ease along the way. When it was done, Jess seemed calmer, though she wouldn't quite let go of Coraline's hand just yet; Coraline eventually used this to drag her into the kitchen and 'borrow' a late lunch for the both of them in the form of some fruit, sandwiches, and wine.
 
While they were eating, Mrs. Eslinger ran in with a large, bloody knife and dropped it on the table.
 
Jess and Coraline stared at it.
 
Finally, Coraline just said, "What."
 
Mrs. Eslinger gave her a very pointed look.
 
"Oh," Coraline said, though she still didn't really understand, and scooted out toward the door, grabbing her staff.
 
Jess, meanwhile, picked up the knife curiously, at which point her mother hastily snatched it back.
 
=== Eslinger farm environs - afternoon ===
 
Coraline spotted the two bandits immediately. They were hard to miss. They were running right at her, with swords. She walked toward them, then suddenly realised this was probably a bad thing and skirted aside at the last moment, giving her staff a mighty swing as she went. Fortunately she was proficient in waving around heavy objects willy-nilly, and managed to drive a bladed wing into the nearer bandit's side, yanking it out and around as he fell, shooting the other in the face.
 
The one she'd chopped at tried to get up, but then she just shot him too, this time requiring significantly less luck because this time she had time to actually stop and aim.
 
When she looked up, Mrs. Eslinger was in the doorway, smiling coldly.
 
 
 
It turned out Mrs. Eslinger had stabbed the other bandit to death near the road before running away from the other two with her deceptively long legs. He lay there in a pool of his own blood, several holes in his chest and abdomen.
 
"They deserved worse," Mrs. Eslinger said, coming up behind her. Coraline almost jumped when this registered almost a minute later, but then didn't, and just turned slightly instead.
 
"What they did to her..." the woman began, then focused her very piercing gaze on Coraline. "What did they do?"
 
Coraline shook her head. It was a lot to describe, and she didn't even know how.
 
"What did they do?" Mrs. Eslinger repeated.
 
"Broken bones, ruptured organs, internal bleeding, sexual trauma, a ripped tendon," Coraline listed blankly. "That's all fixed. I dunno what they might have done to her mind, how well she'll recover, you'll need to..."
 
"I know how to take care of my own daughter," Mrs. Eslinger said darkly.
 
"Good," Coraline whispered. "She'll need you. Gods, will she need you."
 
Mrs. Eslinger nodded, looking resolute. "They say you're a wizard. Can you take care of these?" She indicated the bodies, and when Coraline stared at them blankly, went on, "Burn them. Burn them all to dust."
 
"I can do that," Coraline said. There were only... a lot of them, and this had been the plan, right? Had there been a plan? Where was that cat?
 
For now, she just brought the staff about and blasted the body before them with enough heat to leave only a small, smoking crater behind.
 
When she went back to take care of the other two, Jess was standing nearby, watching, Agata held closely in her arms.
 
=== Keller's place - afternoon ===
 
Coraline hurried into town with the afternoon sun pushing down on her neck and shoulders with surprising force. Her head was pounding, voices rattling around almost as chaotically as her scattered thoughts. She was too drunk, too warm, and as she pulled her white-blonde braid loose for a little more shade, she glanced to the woods again. The trees looked quite odd at this level of inebriation, and it would also only be a matter of time before the bandits caught on and did something about it, especially when the three failed to return.
 
But she couldn't deal with that just yet. First she needed help. Or something. She was a little fuzzy what the hell was going on at all anymore, quite frankly, and realised vaguely that all the extra vodka and wine must have finally hit her head.
 
Keller's place was on the outskirts of the town proper. Coraline didn't bother to knock, just pushed inside and slammed the door behind her, then stood there blankly while she tried to figure out what she was even doing there.
 
Finally she realised she had no idea. And Kit, Keller's apprentice, was staring at her from the table, where he'd apparently been researching some spell or other, books and papers all over. And there was a stuffed moose hanging from the ceiling in the corner. That hadn't been there before.
 
"Need something?" Kit asked.
 
"Is that a moose?" Coraline asked.
 
"I have no idea," Kit said. "Not a sheep, though. Nolan checked."
 
"Why?" Coraline said.
 
Kit shrugged. Nolan was the town's resident insane sheep-obsessed kid. Everything was either sheep or irrelevant to him. Nobody knew why, and as a result nobody tended to know why he did much of anything else, either.
 
Keller bustled into the room, and upon seeing Coraline, exclaimed, "Miss Zidane! So good to see you again!" As usual, his fancy wizard robes were flowing hugely around his ageing frame, and she got the impression his bustle was primarily in effect in order to take full advantage of that. "You've finally come to your senses, yes?" he said, continuing to bustle around. "Of course I can only help you so much so far out here, but-"
 
Coraline interrupted him by putting two fingers over his mouth when he got too close. "I think I need to use your alchemy lab," she managed, and then went in without waiting for a response.
 
"What?" He hurried in after her, but she was already going through the compounds.
 
She selected a shell for a bomb, lined it with some red stuff, lined that with a tissue, and then mixed in a few more substances intended for the actual reaction. She wasn't sure, but if the things she had mixed turned out to be what she thought they might be,<ref>She wasn't sure what she thought they might be, either.</ref> the result was probably going to be incredibly toxic.
 
"Wait, that's dangerous!" Keller was saying. "You shouldn't just be mixing those like that!"
 
She finished closing the thing, then turned and gave him a rather skeptical look. "You don't even know," she said flatly, and then stopped, brightening. "And neither do I!"
 
He gave her a worried look, but she just dropped some coins in his hand.
 
"For the supplies," she said. "I... think."
 
"Look, this isn't that simple, Miss Zidane," Keller said, pushing the money back at her.
 
She ignored it and pushed past him, and the money just wound up on the floor as a result.
 
He hurried after her. "You should be learning proper magic," he insisted, "not... barging in here and mixing gods know what."
 
"Yeah, that's my job," Kit pointed out. "Get your own wizard."
 
"I don't have time for that," she said vaguely, then muttered again, waving her fingers, "Time."
 
"Well, yes, but..." he sighed. "Well at least take a mask, if you're seriously planning to detonate that thing," he said, throwing a gas mask after her.
 
Somehow, she actually caught it.
 
=== Molstead environs - drunkenly ===
 
She headed back up the road, passing some kids along the way. They were chucking pinecones at each other. One of them chucked a cone at Coraline and it bounced off her head. Someone who might have been their mum yelled something unintelligible.
 
She tossed the bomb into the air as she went. Toss, catch. Toss, catch. One-handed one ball juggling, the simplest form, not even juggling at all. Instant death if she dropped it, probably.
 
Everything was fuzzy. The previously oppressive heat just felt like butterflies, now.
 
 
 
She ran into two more bandits on the the road. One of them pointed at her and said something. The other drew his sword. Coraline swung her staff around its strap with her free hand and shot him, and when the former started to run at her, she shot him too.
 
She stared at them as they lay on the ground, collapsed, smoking, lifeless. She was too drunk. She had thought she was too drunk before, but now it was really sinking in. She was too drunk now. This was dangerous. She glanced at her hand. She was still holding the bomb, though she couldn't quite feel it anymore. She gave it an experimental squeeze and watched her hand as it squeezed the bomb slightly.
 
Then she was walking again.
 
 
 
She pulled on the gas mask as she came out into the ruins. The bandits spotted her quickly. There were a lot of them. Several were pointing crossbows, and apparently shooting them too. Others had swords and axes. She was too drunk for crossbows. Swords and axes too, but especially crossbows. She threw the bomb at the lot of them and then dropped behind a section of wall.
 
Crossbow bolts whizzed overhead and thunked and plinged around her. The bomb exploded somewhere behind her with a hissy flpomph.
 
There was yelling, coughing, footsteps coming toward her. She sat, back to the wall, clutching her head, until the last bandit stopped rolling around behind her.
 
After a bit it finally occurred to her to poke her head over the wall for a look. None of them were moving, just collapsed bandits all over, with a particularly large swath of them where they'd fallen coming at her.
 
The bomb radius had been huge, the effects rapid and potent. All because of a little extra magic. The implications would have terrified her, had she been thinking straight. Instead she tried to count the bodies.
 
She counted... she couldn't count. She got up to one. Then she lost count. Several dead birds were on the ground. Dead horses made dusty mounds.
 
Some part of her brain knew it wasn't necessarily safe to take the mask off, however, as she walked slowly between the bodies, fists raised, deliberately extending a finger for each one she passed. She ended up with all fingers up before even reaching the camp itself, and cursed a bit upon realising she didn't have enough fingers. Then she fished a pen out of her bag and just wrote all the numbers on her arm, going back through from the start, a new number for each one she passed, forgetting whether or not she'd alreadied the fifth one, and then subsequently lost count again.
 
She tried again, this time shooting each one in the head as she went, small-calibre, adding tick marks next to the first five and then resuming the main count.
 
She ended up in the ruins on the other side of the camp, her arm covered in numbers. It was a lot of numbers. It was only twenty-nine. That wasn't good.
 
But there had also been three more that had died at the farm. And the two on the road. She added a few more numbers to her arm. That meant two more not accounted for.
 
She looked around, swinging her head left and right as she tried to focus on the ruins and surrounding trees. Her field of view was... not good. Everything was swimming a bit. She had no idea where they might be. Unless the guy was in a tent. She was standing next to a tent.
 
She pushed her way inside.
 
=== Molstead woods - afternoon ===
 
Robert Earnsworth, more commonly known as Huge Bob, was not just a bandit, but a very successful bandit. This, he believed, was because he understood finer points of how the world worked - namely that pretty much every point was based on magnitude. Thus he made a point of being bigger, meaner, and scarier than everyone else. And richer. And fluffier. And warmer. Generally just more of everything.
 
It was for this that people called him Huge Bob.
 
Huge Bob was too warm.
 
He pulled his hat off with a sigh of relief, the sweat rolling down his brow. The woods were otherwise pleasant enough, but this was just uncomfortable.
 
There was yelling from the direction of the camp, and his hands clenched around the hat. Something was going on back there. His axe was a few paces away, but he couldn't get up just yet.
 
"Always when I'm taking a shit!" he yelled to no-one in particular. He hoped no-one was around, anyway. His pants were literally down, and he'd gone this far out precisely to avoid having anyone around.
 
"Fucking shit," he added for emphasis.
 
The shit took its own time, in absolutely no hurry at all, despite all of Huge Bob's efforts.
 
Finally he finished up his business, pulled up his pants, grabbed his axe, and hurried back toward the ruins, wondering just what the fuck had happened this time.
 
He got back to find the camp silent, everyone on the ground, no explanation why. Aside from a couple, they all had holes in their heads. Some were lying in pools of their own vomit. It looked as though many of them had been hurrying toward something in the direction of the main road, but whatever had taken them out had stopped them in their tracks.
 
"The fuck...?" he said, looking around, and coughed.
 
He backed away, and nearly tripped over a man. This wasn't right. Nothing about this was right.
 
=== Elven ruins - drunkenly ===
 
The tent proved to be unoccupied, though a lumpy pile of bedding had required closer inspection, which is to say Coraline had to go and poke it a bunch of times before it finally sunk in that it indeed wasn't a body at all and was instead just a lumpy pile of bedding. That was a bit disappointing.
 
Finally she pulled the tent flap open, managed to leave slightly more gracefully than she'd entered, and proceeded to attempt to look around. This attempt was almost immediately interrupted by an unusually upright, large, and hatted bandit nearly backing into her.
 
Coraline yelped and jumped back as he spun about in surprise, taking his axe with him in what turned into an enormous cleave that she only barely managed to dodge, rolling away, landing on her back. The trees were spinning around her. The ruins were weaving about like fish.
 
He screamed, charging at her, though whatever he'd said was completely muffled for some reason. He raised the axe, swinging, bringing it down.
 
Coraline had no time to get up and run, no space to dodge, only enough to block with the staff at the very last second. The rod bounced against her breast, the force of the blow resonating through the bones of her arms. He pulled his blade down further, trying to slide it to her unprotected stomach, and she pushed it away enough that it sank into the ground by her crotch instead, pinning down her skirt.
 
She realised he was still screaming at her, mostly insults, instructions to die, things he would do to her. It lost coherence as the dregs of her consciousness wondered why the hell she felt so cold.
 
The rest of her pulled away, ripping her skirt, and she kicked the axe back, out of his hands, out of her way. She rose and spun, swinging around the staff like an axe of her own, the sharpened edges of the phoenix' wings singing through the air.
 
The bandit jumped back, avoiding the swing, but overbalanced in the process, and the second upward swing caught him right in the throat, knocking his head back, knocking him over, knocking Coraline over too in the opposite direction.
 
=== Elven ruins - evening ===
 
Coraline awoke in misery, a racket of crickets drilling into her skull. It was evening, that crazy time of day when things were finally cooling down, but the sun was still hovering a couple hours over the brink from nightfall proper.
 
She was still alive.
 
Suddenly she sat up, looking around quickly. She needed the other twp. She'd missed two, hadn't she? But from the look of it, everything was just bodies now.
 
She pulled off the mask and took in the sweet, cool, strangely foetid air. Her head was clearer now, and as she got up entirely, using the staff as a crutch, she realised she was splattered with dried blood, and almost fell over again. She had to do something about all this. Best not to feed the bears, or whatever, and she didn't want to waste anything the bandits might have stocked up, either. Weapons, supplies...
 
It took the better part of an hour to go through it all. She burned the bodies, a single staff blast each, the stench of flesh rotting in the summer heat mingling with the stench of burning.
 
=== Molstead temple - evening ===
 
Davis, one of the priests, was lighting the candles at the various shrines. He looked up and smiled at Coraline as she entered, then noticed her appearance, and then her smell, a moment after.
 
Coraline ignored him and made a bee-line for the statue. "Oy, statue," she said, rounding on the thing, her hands on her hips. "So I just slaughtered a bunch of bandits. Remind me, why are you helping me, again?"
 
"What?" Davis said, behind her.
 
The long, low voice of the statue echoed throughout the chamber. "And what would have happened had you not?"
 
"I don't know," Coraline said blankly, in what was mostly not a GIR voice, though only mostly.
 
"It is likely that they would have come after you and Jessica both," the statue said, each word slow and precise, "on the way laying waste to the outer farms, and even perhaps burning down the entire village. Then they would only have continued - on to other towns and other innocent souls. But you stopped them. You did the only thing that was certain, though you cannot know the price."
 
Coraline glared at the statue, but then Davis put a comforting hand on her shoulder, startling her. In return she glanced back and gave him a freezing eyeful of death.
 
Davis laughed nervously, backing away.
 
Then she admitted, "Okay, I guess I mostly just came here because you lot have the only decent baths in town."
 
"Blood washes off, but the memory of what you have done will not," the statue said, though the voice had changed, taking on a heavier tone. This was the god himself, it seemed. "You carry the Deathgod's coin for a reason. These are the decisions you make; I can only give you the truth you already know."
 
Coraline smiled humourlessly, and said, "Well, that's what sleep is for." She waggled a finger at her ear. "Brain washes itself out right proper if you just let it."
 
=== Molstead - darkening evening ===
 
The bath was absolutely wonderful, though it didn't quite get the numbers off her arm, and she also wound up a bit disappointed that she hadn't thought to bring any clean clothes. Or even a spare skirt without massive rips in it.
 
Ultimately she wound up just washing the clothes too and putting them on wet, and enjoying the cool as they dried in the evening breeze.
 
Kit was outside Keller's place telling some of his friends some plan or other of his. He was always doing that, it seemed, and Jora, of course, as the oldest one there, was skeptical. "I dunno," the girl was saying. "I don't think it's such a good idea."
 
"It's a totally good idea!" Kit insisted.
 
"Will there be sheep?" Nolan asked.
 
"Yeah, maybe," Kit said, and threw his arms out. "There could be anything!"
 
"That's the spirit," Coraline said vaguely as she passed, despite having absolutely no idea what they were talking about.
 
Kit nodded in agreement.
 
=== Molstead Inn - night ===
 
Jess was at the bar when Coraline finally got back to the inn, a large tankard of ale and Agata sitting on the bar before her, so Coraline came over and said, "Yo."
 
Jess just slid off the chair and hugged her tightly. "Thank you," she said. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
 
Agata was peering at them dubiously.
 
"Um," Coraline said when Jess finally let go, and then held out the bandit's hat, slightly bloodied.
 
Jess froze, staring at it.
 
"Just an object," Coraline said, and set it down on the counter. "They can't hurt you."
 
Jess was still just staring at the hat, so Coraline turned the girl's head back toward her own with a finger. "Hey," she said. "You're safe now, okay?"
 
Jess nodded slowly.
 
"Say it," Coraline said.
 
"I'm safe," Jess whispered.
 
Coraline bonked the hat with a fist. "This is just an object. Stay the night, okay?" she said. "Dors will be here to guard the place."
 
At the moment Dors was striking dramatic poses at one of the patrons. The bouncer was an orcan, a native of Ord, and quite large, with black and white skin patterns, and the one thing he never did was quite fit in. Usually he made a scene instead.
 
Dors gave them a big smile from across the room, with multiple rows of teeth, before raising a hand and flexing each finger individually. This was accompanied by no small amount of unrelated sound effects.
 
Jess nodded again.


"Great," Coraline said. "I think I... kind of need to pass out now." She slid away and wobbled her way into the kitchen, nearly ran over Malla, the cook, and with great care, stumbled out the other side, making her way to her room in what was probably the most roundabout way possible.
=== Narrow Escape ===


Her bed felt like a great, fluffy cloud.
<screenplay>


== Part 1 - Initiate intermission ==
EXT. Country road; Soravian wilderness - afternoon


''Everybody is running from something. They may not know it, and they may not fear it, but still they run. Some even run from running itself.
A small Finnish woman with light brown hair, Coraline, is fleeing unseen hunters. She's in the autumn woods, leaves blowing down around her, sprites dancing in their trails. There's a road, though she cannot quite seem to decide whether to avoid it or stick to it. Behind her, the sound of horses and dogs and shouting men gains imminence. Slung across her back is an ornate golden staff with a large, stylised phoenix built into its end, with wings outstretched.


'' And yet the bullet you're running from is almost never the one that hits you.
There is another chatter of voices, too, somewhere else, getting louder, but these are unfocused, uninterested, all around.


''Notes:
Everything has failed her. She is desperate, and has little hope, but still she runs, finally making up her mind to stick to the road, sprinting down its dirt pack with everything she has left, breathing hard, in and out, in and out. Every stride jolts through her bones.


# ''There is a [[:File:Cerris.svg|map]].
She can feel her strength failing, but she tells herself, at each of the road markers, get to the next, get to the next, get to the next.
# ''To say '{{idioma|kauhistuksen kanahäkki}}' may apply.
# ''Events may repeat themselves, precede their causes, and take different forms in different stories. They are the same events.
# ''Please keep reading.
# ''Every word was chosen.
# ''This is not a kids' movie.


=== String 781 ===
She doesn't stop.


{{q|Events do not occur apart and singly. Anything worth the hunting has a cost.|''Sandman''}}
Even as she unwillingly slows, and the world darkens, she does not stop.


=== Molstead - late afternoon ===
Even as the dogs make the road, even as the horses clatter into hearing, even as the shouts become clear, she does not stop.


It was autumn, so the day was cool, and the night would come soon now. The market bustled as townsfolk prepared for the annual Harvest Festival, or prepared for preparing for it, or at least discussed preparing for it.<ref>Or considered discussing preparing for it.</ref>


The bounty hunter merely waited in a corner and observed, out of the way, but not at all out of sight or mind. Some passerby discussed him, too.
EXT. Soravian town - evening


Laughter and conversation drifted throughout the square. Bright leaves blew past. Brown leaves scurried across the ground.
It is earlier, a few days, still autumn. The town is full of soldiers, hanging around the bars, loitering on the streets, tenting on the outskirts. It is not quite an occupation, but almost.


A few folks greeted the hunter cheerfully, asked what brought him to town. A few others avoided him, concerned by his aspect and appearance, moving away in hushed conversation. He paid it all little mind, watching instead for the signs he knew well. A little madness. A little fear. Eyes not quite right.
Coraline hurries through, avoiding them but not. She needs a place to stay, food to eat.


One man was going from stall to stall, poking his head at the other folks, asking questions. Insistent, pressing, catching the hunter's eye as he did the rounds. Then the man noticed the hunter, too, and hurried over.
She heads into an inn.


"What time is it?" the man asked. He was slightly dirty, and for all the world resembled an emaciated hamster that had suddenly gotten up and decided to be human.


The hunter checked the sky. "Quarter to five, I s'pose?"
INT. Some inn - evening


"What time is it?" he asked again, more insistently this time, and this time the hunter didn't answer, merely waited.
It's crowded inside, more so than out, and smokey, and noisy, full of ash demons hovering about the ceiling supports.


After about an hour, the man narrowed his eyes, made an angry noise that was almost, but not entirely, unlike something that would come out of a hamster, and sidled off to pester a random passerby.
Coraline heads over to the bar and finds the INNKEEPER.


=== Molstead Inn - late afternoon ===
CORALINE
Hey.


The Molstead Inn had twelve tables, but one was missing a leg and as a result some drunks had gotten the bright idea to nail it to the ceiling at some point, so in practice the inn really only had eleven usable tables and a hazard sticking out of the ceiling.<ref>Coraline wasn't entirely sure, but she suspected that one of the drunks in question might have been her.</ref>
INNKEEPER
Get you something?


Nobody ever mentioned it unless they ran into it.
CORALINE
Meal and some vodka for the road... and I don't suppose there's any chance of a place to stay?


For now, three of the tables were occupied - two by locals enjoying their evenings with pitchers of ale, and one by three cats sitting on it, with Coraline in one of the chairs. The cats were all staring at Coraline, who was for her part taking a drink every time one of them blinked.
The innkeeper looks at her, surprised.


It was a very slow game, and she had been at it for most of the afternoon, though she had originally sat down to draw. Then Tress had sat on her drawing, Thimble had slid off Agata, and the entire plan had been ruined. So instead she simply watched them.
INNKEEPER
We're booked, obviously, but... you're travelling alone?


Cal, the new waiter, never commented, instead keeping her properly supplied for the duration and tending to everyone else who came in in the meantime. Clearly he was a keeper.
CORALINE
Yeah...


INNKEEPER
Hold on.
(he yells over his shoulder, toward the kitchen)
Gemma!
(he heads back, continuing)
Gemma, got a question...


He shuffles into the back room, leaving Coraline at the bar. Other bartenders bustle around in his stead.


Later, more townsfolk came in, as well as a few outskirts folks in for the festival, and by the time the evening had settled over the area, the place was full and bustling, leaving many folks standing between the tables and even spilling out outside, laughing, chattering, no room to sit. It was quite loud. Food and drink were bussed around. Jess was tending bar - the girl had recovered quite well over the past couple months, as it turned out - and Dors was at the door.
Coraline looks around.


Nobody took the other seats at the cats' table.
It's mostly soldiers in here, too. Their insignias are one of the noble houses. One of them squeezes past Coraline to talk to another guy at the bar, and she steps aside.


Thimble blinked.
SOLDIER ANDRE
Hey, check this out.


Coraline took a drink.
Andre pulls out a small soulstone and sets it on the bar. It's perfectly black.


Tress yawned.
The other guy, ROB, reaches out to pick it up, but then recoils from the touch.


Someone splashed their drink on Agata and she put an ear back in discontent. Coraline scratched her own ear absent-mindedly.
SOLDIER ROB
Agh, what is that?


Tress yawned some more.
SOLDIER ANDRE
Black soulstone. Was talking to the Deathdealer, and he gave it to me. You can use them to detect Carriers even before they turn...


Over the noise, someone yelled at Coraline asking what was up with the cats.
Coraline is holding the soulstone in her hand, staring at it in utter fascination. Her eyes have gone completely black. The voices around her have risen to a roar in her head, drowning everything else out in black, even as the stone forms an impossible brightness in her mind. It's perfect. Safe. Necessary. Needed.


She held up a finger, signalling for them to wait.
The voices rise to a scream.


Tress continued to yawn.
The floor drops away beneath her, swirling in green.


Tress finally finished yawning and blinked.
A moment later, everything is normal again. Coraline is still holding the stone, her knuckles white. The inn's loudness is nothing more than the chatter of dozens of men all crammed inside one common space. Rob and Andre are staring at her.


Coraline took a drink, then yelled back, "What?"
Coraline forces herself to drop the stone and flees in utter terror, pushing into the crowd, darting through the tables, out onto the open street. Nobody really tries to stop her, not really knowing what's going on.


"I said what are you doing?" the guy said loudly, leaning in. He was an out-of-towner, but she didn't recognise him as anyone from even the surrounding townships. His leathers marked him as a fighter of sorts, but it was his swords that drew the eye - one steel, one silver. A hunter. Of monsters.
The stone bounces off the floor, once, and then stops, sitting still on the ground, gleaming.


"Drinking," Coraline told him over the roar.
SOLDIER ROB
What, does that mean...


He raised an eyebrow, then asked, "Mind if I sit?" He didn't wait for a response.
Andre leans down and picks up the soulstone.


Coraline gave him a scathing look, then took another drink when Thimble blinked again. She was finally starting to get a bit drunker; while it was only plum wine, the cats were getting a bit blinky amidst all the ruckus and smoke. Aside from Agata, who had only noticeably blinked once since the morning.
SOLDIER ANDRE
She was a Carrier. The Death of Souls.


"You look like you own the place," the guy said. "Table to yourself, only some cats on it..."
The two soldiers exchange glances and hurry out after her.


"I do own the place," Coraline said. "Aside from the cats. The cats own me."
The innkeeper comes over a moment later.


"Oh," he said. Then he added, "The name's Dalric. Dalric of Forst. You?"
INNKEEPER
Yeah, my wife thinks we can...
(he realises Coraline's not there anymore)
Where'd she go?


"Lyra," she said irritably. Even as long as she'd been here she still hadn't gotten used to the ''friendliness'' of people. And the need for names everywhere.<ref>Especially among strangers. To sum up what she'd like to say, "You aren't my friend. We don't know each other. You don't need my name and shouldn't call me by it even if I do tell it to you."</ref>


A waitress set a pitcher of ale and mug on the table in front of the hunter, carefully avoiding the cats. While the gal was there, he ordered himself some dinner.
EXT. Soravian town - night


"Got any rooms, then?" he asked a bit later.
Coraline walks quickly, trying not to draw attention, but still hurrying as much as she can as she squiggles down the cluttered streets, holding her staff low, looking around for anything to help, any way out.


"Might be one left." Coraline said, watching Agata carefully. The tortoiseshell seemed to be closing her eyes very, very slowly.
She spots some horses, and manages to get over to them without anyone really noticing, and soon she's properly off, keeping the horse at a trot, whispering to it to be calm.


Then, against all expectation, Tress blinked. Surprised, Coraline looked back to Agata, but the cat's eyes were normal again. She'd missed the blink, if there had even been one.


Just to be safe, she took two drinks and twitched an eye at Agata.
EXT. Clearing - morning


The guy waited until she seemed to be done, then asked, "Yes?"
A few days have passed. Coraline is slowing now, letting the horse longer to rest, walking more along with it. She lets it graze now, as she lies down in the grass, staring up into the red-orange trees and bright blue sky above. There has been no sign of pursuit.


Coraline explained that Jess could actually get him set up with a room, and the game continued while he finished his dinner. Tress blinked twice. Thimble just glared with his perpetually angry face. Agata stuck out her tongue and then forgot to pull it the entire way back in.
Clouds drift across the blue.


Finally, the hunter said, "So I see what you're doing. ''Why'' are you doing it?"
The wind shifts. The horse smells something, its nostrils twitching, ears following. Faint sounds drift in from the way they came. Clatter. Barking.


Coraline glanced up. "Why not?" she said, then took another drink as Thimble closed his eyes and rolled over.
Dogs.


He gave her a skeptical look.
Coraline jumps up quickly, readjusts the tack, and mounts, hurrying the horse back into a trot.


She shrugged, indicating the half-finished sketch of a very angry-looking Thimble-atop-Agata. "They were there."
She hurries now, pushing the horse harder than before, forcing herself to slow only from time to time, dismounting and walking quickly beside it. They pass through the woods covering good ground, vaguely downhill.


He nodded, then asked her about the town, how things were, what people tended to do around the place, how the preparations for the festival were going. She told him this and that, things were good though the threat of the war loomed overhead even now, place was largely farmsteads and tradesmen, preparations were going. Lots to do, why are you bothering me.
The horse slows further, stiffening, no longer getting up to speed, as the day goes on, and into the night, and morning.


Then she quickly asked him what had brought him here, a professional monster hunter into the peaceful lands away from the fields of ruin, this is totally a conversation.
The first time it trips, she heals it, placing a hand to the hurt leg and letting it mend, even as the voices rise around her.


He blinked.
The second time, she abandons it, continuing only on foot.


Agata blinked.


Coraline nearly slid out her chair in surprise.
EXT. Country road - afternoon


"Towns got bounties, too," the hunter said. "Oughtn't neglect them when there's lives at stake here same as everywhere else."
Coraline is about to fall. She has been running too long. The rhythm in her stride is breaking down, her arms and legs no longer rising as they should. She is like the horse, but worse. She has less to trip over, though the road only barely stays beneath her feet as the trees around bounce crazily in her periphery.


"Well, we don't have any," Coraline said, pulling herself back into her seat. Then she took another drink when Thimble slid off the table. Then she realised that that hadn't been a blink at all and leaned over to see where the cat had gone, but he was already lost in a sea of legs.
The pursuers are all but drowned out by the voices.


"None at all?" Dalric asked.
It was a good go. A solid fight. She knows this. She accepts it.


"Naw," she said. "We had some lurkers a few weeks back, but the kids took care of those."
She slows, and stops. Exhaustedly, she turns back the way she came, pulling her staff off over her head, planting her feet, fighting her trembling arms. She points it vaguely, levelling it back down the road, and waits.


"Really. Kids." He sounded skeptical.
Someone nudges her elbow, lightly, insistently. A young boy, NOLAN (8), is next to her.


Coraline shrugged slightly.
Nolan takes her arm and pulls at her, unrelentingly, toward the side of the road, before wordlessly shoving her off down a side path.


"Don't their parents mind?" Dalric asked.
Then he turns back toward the road, just as the pursuers round the bend, and steps toward them. They slow as they approach.


She shook her head, but was watching Tress suspiciously. "They're pretty responsible about it. Jora looks after them, and they've also got Nolan," she said. "If there is anything out there that is scarier than Nolan, we have yet to see it."
The dogs avoid Nolan entirely, shying away, stopping. They do not seem to like him at all.


"Sounds like quite the fellow." he said.
The DEATHDEALER leading the group addresses Nolan.


"He's completely obsessed with sheep," Coraline said.
DEATHDEALER
Where is she?


=== Molstead outskirts - evening ===
NOLAN
Who?


To say that Nolan was obsessed with sheep was an understatement. He was not obsessed with sheep. It went deeper. Sheep were simply everything to him, his entire life, his calling, his purpose. Everything about them made him happy. His parents had no idea what to make of this, of course, but they were not sheep. Nolan understood. Only sheep could understand. Only sheep could provide.
DEATHDEALER
The woman.


There was a noise below him, and Nolan yawned and looked down at the noise that was not a sheep. It was instead Jora, a girl who probably would have qualified as a friend to someone who entirely comprehended the concept of friends, but that would have been someone else who was not Nolan. To Nolan, Jora was sword-person. The avenger. The guardian. Of not sheep.
Nolan stares at the Deathdealer blankly.


"Nolan," Jora was saying, "Please come down. I know you have your reasons for being up there, but your parents are worried about you. Just come down, eat dinner with them, sleep in your bed for a night, and come back in the morning."
DEATHDEALER
Have you seen her?


Nolan frowned at her. There was a logic to it, he supposed. Bed was warm. He was hungry. He couldn't see much anyway. Tomorrow would be better. "Okay," he said, and dropped out of the tree.
NOLAN
No.


He landed right next to Jora, his nose about two inches away from her elbow. She didn't flinch.
DEATHDEALER
Nobody has come this way?


NOLAN
You should have sheep. Show me to your sheep.


The Deathdealer reins his horse away, looking down the road.


Jora escorted Nolan back as the stars twinkled overhead, and wondered if this had anything to do with the riddle that Kit had unearthed the other day. It had translated to something about 'the oldest key' for 'checking signs', and Nolan had just yelled "Boom" and run off. And then she'd found him in this tree. And then he'd remained in the tree the entire time since.
SOLDIER
What?


Nolan, meanwhile, thought about sheep. And a few other things too, but mostly sheep.
NOLAN
Those are sheep dogs.


=== Molstead Inn - night ===
SOLDIER
Dammit, kid, this is serious!


Dalric stood when the innkeeper did, receiving a suspicious look for his trouble.
They hurry on around Nolan, continuing on.


"Don't," she said.
As the clatter and barking dies down again, Nolan turns back down the path to the temple.


It was an odd response, but he just nodded as she left. He wasn't sure what it was she didn't want him to do, of course, but perhaps this was a local thing. For now he didn't worry about it - he was here for a job, a standing bounty that spanned several holds, and it occupied his whole attention.


The Carrier could be anyone.
INT. Molstead temple - evening


The place was a bit quieter now, so he asked around, standard questions, getting a feel for the matter. His focus, for now, was on the hamstery guy from the market. The way he had asked the time, persistent and repetitive, was suspicious; they did that sometimes, when they slowly went mad. Became fixated in their terror, and there was always terror as the hunger ate at their souls. First the terror, then the loss, then the devolution into utter mindless thing, devouring and spreading, a plague like none other.
Coraline opens the door slowly, peering inside, then stumbling in as the heavy door closes behind her.


"Oh, Yink?" a bearded guy answered. "Yeah, I know him. Good lad until he went on that logging trip. Just hasn't been the same since."
The temple is still, lit dimly with late sunlight trickling in through some of the high windows and candles at the shrines to the many gods around the walls. At the far end, facing the door and the other shrines, is a single large STATUE OF AZORRES, who looks nothing like Ganesha, looking down on the space.


"He's always asking," another said. "Always asking, never likes the answer."
Some offerings are laid out at its base.


"Asks a bunch of things, doesn't he? Like he just picks something at random for the day every morning."
CORALINE
(quietly)
Hello?


"I dunno that he sleeps at all."
STATUE OF AZORRES
Welcome, wayfarer, to this house of the gods. You have need of sanctuary, I suspect.


"Been going on a few months now."
CORALINE
Yes, gods... yes. Are you Ganesha?


"Something happened up there, I'm telling you," a curly-haired fellow insisted. "Others didn't even come back at all, and Yink... he just came back trembling, and he wouldn't speak of it. For the longest time he wouldn't even say anything. But this is worse, if anything."
STATUE OF AZORRES
You will be safe here. My priests will provide a place to rest.


"Oh, leave him alone. He's harmless. Just a nuisance, really," another said.
CORALINE
But the soldiers... they won't give up. They know what I am.


But Dalric wasn't so sure. He wasn't sure at all, but perhaps the guy was exactly what he sought, especially if he really wasn't sleeping. Odd that a Carrier might last so long - usually it was a couple weeks at most - but if the rumours that had brought him here in the first place were true, it could be possible that one had lasted far longer. Years, even, potentially.
STATUE OF AZORRES
They will not take you from this house.


Dalric did not like the implications of that one bit.
Two priests, DAVIS and CORMITH, come over and help Coraline toward one of the back doors.


=== Molstead environs - morning ===
CORMITH
Here, come with us.


Morning came with a damp chill seeping through the leaves and across the grass. Everything was wet, including Nolan, perched in his tree once more. There, he watched and waited.
DAVIS
We'll keep you hidden until they leave. It'll be fine. I'm Davis, and this is Cormith.


=== Molstead - morning ===
CORALINE
Lyra. Lyra Zidane.


Dalric was also up, though not up a tree, watching the buildings, noting the paths, looking again for anything odd or hamstery. Only a few folk were out this early, and in the wet and cold, their breath formed mist that lingered in place, leaving strange trails to mark their passing.
DAVIS
All right, Lyra. You're among friends now.


He found Yink crouching behind the blacksmithy, muttering to himself.


The hamster man stood suddenly, and looked around, quickly spotting Dalric. "What time is it?" he asked, advancing slowly.
INT. Molstead temple - night


Dalric backed away, hand to his sword, but Yink just bounded forward, right into his face, and very nearly his sword as well, stopping only just before he impaled himself. But that was it, nothing more threatening, just a mild invasion of personal space, and that question, again.
The main room is empty now, aside from Nolan, who is lingering by one of the shrines, looking strangely at home.


"What time is it?" Yink stared into Dalric's eyes insistently. "What time is it?"
The Deathdealer and some of the soldiers enter the temple. They pass Nolan by, not paying him heed.


Dalric nudged him away with the tip of his sword, and the madman backed off easily enough, though he went no further. Just stayed as close as he could get, and Dalric noted his eyes looked relatively normal. Dark, perhaps, but that could be natural. Some people here did have dark eyes.
DEATHDEALER
(approaching the statue purposefully)
Where is she, statue?


Dalric backed away a bit, but the guy just followed.
STATUE OF AZORRES
Who, dear Deathdealer?


He pushed past him and still Yink followed.
DEATHDEALER
You know exactly who I mean. We have covered the village. This is the only place she could be. Where is she hiding?


"What time is it?" Yink asked over his shoulder.
STATUE OF AZORRES
And what do you intend to do should you find her?


=== Molstead Inn - morning ===
DEATHDEALER
You know that too.


There was a dripping. Coraline awoke slowly, each ''drip'' cutting into the dream like a big cutty thing, unexpected, unremembered shortly after, until finally she realised what it was. It was still quite early, at least for her, and it occurred to her that, in the future, she should really stick to harder liquors. Nice safe things like vodka and shalott. And even brandy, for that matter - as bad as it tasted, it was a marked improvement washing the horrible taste out of her mouth. Now if only she could wash away the dripping so easily.
STATUE OF AZORRES
And you should know that no aspect of Azorres would ever aid you toward that end.


She groaned and went back to sleep.
DEATHDEALER
She is a Carrier of the Death of Souls! She may look like a person now, but she is cursed, and you know what will happen if she goes free and finishes her transformation. That woman will break down into a mindless monster, devouring and destroying all souls in her path, and the curse will only spread.
Surely you must see reason. She must be destroyed, now, before it is too late.


The dripping continued in the background.
STATUE OF AZORRES
She is under my protection.


=== Molstead - noonish ===
DEATHDEALER
(starting toward the back door)
I will find her. I will dismantle you piece by piece if I must.


The day pulled itself up by the elbows and, with great effort, turned bright and sunny. Clouds pulled themselves across the bright sky. Townsfolk busied themselves with stuff and things, while the children ran about eating miscellany, getting in the way, and occasionally helping amidst a general air of anticipation. Nolan pulled a twig across the bark of his tree.
The statue's voice changes, becoming larger, stranger.


Dalric had intended to tail Yink about his normal day, see what he did, what oddities arose, and generally just observe. Given that Yink was still following ''him'' around, this was rendered somewhat more difficult, though it did afford a few other opportunities. He could lead the guy various different places, for one. It would potentially make the guy quite easy to isolate, for another, decreasing the risk to the townsfolk.
STATUE OF AZORRES
(quietly)
You would threaten a god in his own temple?


For now, Yink was suspicious, but not too suspicious. Right now he was chewing on his thumb. He made no indication of the hungering, or hearing voices.
NOLAN
I think you should leave now.


"Oy," Dalric said, beckoning the guy over. "You hungry?"
The Deathdealer turns to regard Nolan.


Yink approached carefully, then asked, much less carefully, "What time is it?"
NOLAN
(stepping out of the shadows)
Unless you wish to lose both life and soul in one slow, agonising process.


"You don't give a fuck what bloody time it is," Dalric said. "Just answer the damn question. Are you hungry?"
DEATHDEALER
Really?


Yink stared at the hunter for a moment, clearly struggling internally, then asked, "What time is it?"
NOLAN
Do you intend to try me, little man?


Dalric glared at him.
The Deathdealer (who is decidedly not little) and soldiers stare at Nolan.


Yink stared back, then finally nodded, very, very slowly.
Nolan stares impassively back, not blinking.


"Great," Dalric said, and stuffed a rather large meat pie into the madman's hands.
DEATHDEALER
You will be witnessed.


Yink clutched it in a hamstery fashion. Then he nibbled it. Then he continued to nibble it. Then he nibbled it some more. All the while he stared at Dalric with buggy eyes, not even blinking.
NOLAN
Okay.


Dalric had stared down all manner of creatures over the years - monsters of the night, undead, rabid bears, cranky old ladies, even demons - but this was just unsettling. Even so, he stared into those buggy eyes, refusing to back down. He was just unsettled in the doing. Very unsettled.
The Deathdealer nods at the soldiers, and they all leave.


Yink nibbled.
Nolan tilts his head slightly.


Dalric's eye twitched.
The Deathdealer draws his sword. On its blade, by the hilt, is a dark emblem of a skull and mask.


Much, much later, the entire pie was finally all nibbled up, Yink was sidling closer and closer, and Dalric was certain of only one thing: he needed a drink.
Nolan doesn't move.


But first he had to ask: "Do you still feel hungry?"
STATUE OF AZORRES
Theramon sa Tgomi, stand down. If you will not listen to me, then listen to Kyrule, your own god, who has given me your name as proof. Stand down, and let this matter go. This Carrier you seek does not concern you.


Yink shrugged, staring up at him, buggy-eyed and hamstery.
The Deathdealer stops and relaxes, turning to regard the statue in surprise.


"Well?" Dalric insisted.
DEATHDEALER
I... understand. I will obey.


"What time is it?" Yink said.
STATUE OF AZORRES
Tell your men she is dead, the matter handled before you even came. This is ''over''.


Dalric winced, took a deep breath, and then asked instead, "Do you ever hear voices?"
The Deathdealer bows shakily and then very hastily leaves.


"Yes," Yink said.
After, Nolan strolls over to the statue looking almost curious.


"You do?"
NOLAN
Interesting.


"Yes," Yink repeated, and pointed at Dalric. Then he asked again, sticking his face right under the hunter's, "What time is it?"
STATUE OF AZORRES
Very.


Dalric took another deep breath, and then slowly, very slowly, backed away and made his way out of the town centre. Yink, of course, followed.
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=== Dreamscape ===
=== A day in the life ===


In the dream, the world was a forest of legs: human legs, table legs, elven and orcan legs, ox and dolyak legs. Skirts and leggings rustled in the breeze. Leaves drifted limply about. The sun was high, but the air was cool. The forest was dead, dormant, waiting.
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She stalked through the legs, looking for something but not knowing what it was. Then she caught the scent - or perhaps simply the feeling - and broke into a run, exhilaration in the hunt, bounding on all fours, wind streaming through her luxurious fur. The forest thinned, but the leaves were swirling about and now she was fighting to keep going, fighting to stay on her feet, the leaves pushing and jostling, picking her up off the ground, floating, floating.
INT. Molstead Inn - morning


It all fell away, but really she was falling, falling through the sky, away from the world, everything fading into blackness.
Coraline Dreams.


There was a flash of space, of green, of a rocky alien terrain that had become all too familiar, and then in a sudden rush of voices, the dream, too, fell away.
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=== Molstead Inn - noonish ===
In the dream, you are running, fleeing. The sky hangs grey and low. The ground is dull and rocky, simply there. The wind is furtive and blustery, coming in wet bursts, whistling in the trees' leaves. It's going to rain.


Coraline found herself staring up at Malla's worried face. Said face was worryingly close to her own. Said face was saying something. Something worried. Something about something upstairs. Something come look. You said to tell you if we ever saw something odd, and there's something odd in one of the rooms, and I'm afraid, milady. Please, you need to deal with it.
A noise trickles out of the wet, a hint of warmth drifting around you. Trolls. They are hunting you. They have always been hunting you, and you don't remember any point in which they haven't been hunting you, and now they are getting closer. Dull leaves shift underfoot, muffling you footfalls, but it doesn't matter.


"What?" Coraline said groggily. She still felt a bit like she was falling, though the feeling was fading.
You trip. You fall. You are down, underground. A passage, a tall shaft above, open to the sky, shows little light from so far. The first raindrops fall wet and heavy, but only from time to time, only on one side, thrown by the wind above.


"There's something in one of the rooms, milady Zidane," Malla repeated. "You need to come look, please. I don't know what it is, but there's just something not right about it."
Down here, though, the walls are already wet. Seeping moisture hints at life within the ground, of strangeness, of alien forces silently at work, always changing. You cannot linger. You have to run. So you do, and the walls run with you. You run, and the walls change, widening the corridor, opening out into a grand cavern. Further on, jagged rock gives way to strange formations, pillars and columns, almost too precise, but right here, in front of you, is a car, some ancient Soviet model, poking its hood from the wall. It grins at you, all bumper and headlights, and says, "Whaddya know about that?"


"So what is it?" Coraline asked unhelpfully, pulling herself out of bed and into some actual clothes.
"I'm sorry," you tell the car, "But I can't stop. I need to keep moving. The moment I stop, everything goes horribly wrong and the trolls find me, so I need to keep moving, okay?"


"I..." Malla shook her head. "It's black. Shiny. Feels like the whole world gone wrong."
"I won't ask him," the car replies, withdrawing back into the wall.


Coraline frowned, but gestured for the woman to lead on. She grabbed a bottle of whiskey on her way out.
That's good enough. But then you realise you're stopped.


The room in question was the hunter's room. Though Jess had been the one to actually assign the guy, Coraline was still reasonably sure of this because there were leathers all over and the table was covered in weapons, mostly knives. It looked like he hadn't actually slept in the bed, either, but simply on.
The dream falls away.


Staying as far back from the doorway as she could, Malla pointed to the small-table by the bed. On it was a book, and next to that, three shiny stones, two an off white, one black, the size of golfballs. Coraline had seen similar once before. She remembered the cold feeling as the spell had settled over her, like water dripping down under her skin, and shivered.
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Then she pushed it aside and attempted to smile reassuringly back at Malla. "Just stay here," she said, and headed over to the table.


As she got closer, she could feel the voices getting louder in her head, and it seemed almost as though she were pushing against a current, and yet at the same time, she was drawn through it, to the black. That black stone. So familiar. So inviting. Safe. Necessary. Needed. The voices rose to a scream.
The inn is a rustic preindustrial affair, wood and stone, but with glass panes and reasonably straight edges to its architecture. Coraline is sprawled on her bed in a back room. Her hair is a silvery white-blonde now, and considerably longer. A fluffy tortoiseshell CAT is on her face.


Her finger touched the stone and everything fell away. Voices, floor, gravity, all the light and sound in the world.
A bell is mounted on the wall nearby, attached to a contrapture leading back into the main room. A bottle of brandy is on her bedside table. Her phoenix staff is leaning against the wall, wings now folded. Books are piled up on shelves.


It all just fell away.
The voices are a disorganised chatter, roaring in the background.


Somehow Coraline managed to avoid falling over herself, and a moment later everything was back to normal - the floor where it should be, gravity doing what it was supposed to, the voices just a murmur in the back of her mind. She was holding the black stone clutched in front of her, its cold surface unrelenting in her grip. She forced her hand to relax a bit and gave it an annoyed look.
Coraline shoves the cat off her head and then sits up, eyeing the cat confusedly.


"Milady?" Malla said uncertainly from the doorway.
The cat slides onto another pillow. There are a lot of pillows.


"This is a soul gem," Coraline said, turning, holding up the black stone. "Except this isn't a soul in it. Souls are... well, they're not really anything, normally. Just memories, resonance. They might glow a bit." She wasn't sure how she knew this, unless she was just making it up, but either way it made sense.
CORALINE
Mwaaagh?


Malla nodded, confused.
The cat purrs.


"I need you to go call on the Mayers. Tell Edine I need the council," Coraline said gravely, forcing herself to put the stone back down on the small-table. She knew what... whatever the hunter's name was... was really hunting.
CORALINE
{{idioma|Perkele.}} You're not one of mine. Who the crap are you, cat, and what are you doing in my bed?


Her.
The cat doesn't respond.


And a moment later the realisation hit her.
Coraline gets up and grabs the brandy, drinking some straight out of the bottle, and the voices die down to a murmur. Then she pulls on some proper clothes and heads into the kitchen.


She had just fallen into his trap.
The kitchen is empty, the stove cold. A few ash demons are floating over the wood, like little puffs of ash.


Coraline glanced back to the doorway, but Malla had already gone.
Coraline shoos the ash demons aside and grabs a chunk of bread.


She proceeded to panic for a bit, realised she was still holding whiskey in her other hand, drank a bunch of whiskey, panicked some more, and then finally calmed down a bit. She needed to think, not... make it even harder to think. Except why would it even matter? Of course she'd be here, finding it. She was the innkeeper. And of course they should all be concerned. Duh.
CORALINE
Jess? Hello? Anyone here?


She gave the bottle of whiskey a disappointed look, gave the black soul gem another irritated look so it wouldn't feel left out, and shuffled back downstairs feeling like a bit of an idiot.
Another cat, THIMBLE, is sprawled at the base of the step into the tavern proper looking very angry, and Coraline steps over him without even paying attention.


=== Mayer house - afternoon ===
The tavern proper is almost completely empty, the floor swept, the tables stacked (aside from one missing a leg and nailed to the ceiling as a rather peculiar hazard). The shutters are open, sunlight streaming in.


The Molstead town council was not so much a council, exactly, as it was a tea party that happened occasionally, usually whenever one of the members/members' wives/members' sons/random people staying with a member felt like it.<ref>Or, in that last case, wanted said member out of the house so they could throw a sort of party of their own. Although that had only happened that one time and the man in question had later been forced to marry his 'party' and settle down with a nice herd of goats. They now had a baby on the way.</ref> The members of the council either showed up because they had power, or had power because they showed up. Either way, it all worked out, because it was a relatively subtle sort of power - the power that keeps things moving, that resolves disputes, that brings down your scary aunt Edna on you should you step out of line.
An ELVEN TOURIST is seated primly at the bar, patiently waiting.


Coraline was on the council because as innkeeper she knew folks, and as a wizard she knew things, and as an outsider with some seriously dark secrets, she was also just just bloody paranoid and made a point to show up whether they wanted her to or not. Which they seemed to, what with her being a wizard at all, especially since Keller never did.
Coraline hurries over to the elf and give him an uncertain look.


The others were generally representatives of powerful or large families, or elders with a lot of sway, or Nolan's mum, who came mostly just because she needed to be sure Nolan wasn't disturbing anyone too much. Merlijn, the head of the militia, tended to come as well, for obvious reasons, along with Davis, who purportedly represented the interests of the temple.<ref>If this were really true it would have indicated that the temple's primary interest was in cakes.</ref><!--
The elf eyes her curiously.


Those present:
CORALINE
Uh, how long have you been waiting?


Edine Mayer      big family
ELVEN TOURIST
Everton James    big family
Oh, not long, an hour or two.
Davis            temple
Naran            elder
Moira            elder


Granny Höhrmann  elder/witch
CORALINE
Coraline          innkeep/witch
Riiight. Sorry. Day gal should have been here, but apparently isn't...


Gwynne Enori      Nolan's mum
Coraline heads back into the store room, and is back a moment later with a small cloth package in hand. She cuts off the ribbon and passes it to the elf.
Merlijn          militia


-->
ELVEN TOURIST
(opening the package)
Your day gal, does this happen often?


Edine Mayer was hosting.
CORALINE
Not at all. But if it does, and there's noone here, just ring the bell to get me, will you? That's what it's for.


Davis was eating a cake.
The elf pulls out a weird piece of bread, sniffs it deeply, and smiles serenely, closing his eyes.


Coraline was mixing the Cerrisian equivalent of Irish coffee. Some of the wives didn't appreciate this. Some of them did.
CORALINE
I'ma go see if I can find her. Need anything else before I go?


Agata was crouched under the coffee table.
The elf starts nibbling at the bread and shakes his head very slightly.


Folks were shuffling around and sitting down, or considering sitting down.
CORALINE
Right.


"What was so important we all needed to come ''today'' of all days?" Merlijn asked. He looked decidedly frazzled, though the rest of him not nearly so much as his hair, which was sticking almost straight up.
The tortoiseshell pads over as Coraline moves to head out, and she picks up the cat and hefts her at the elf.


"A hunter," Coraline said, with as much eloquence as she could through a mouthful of highly alcoholic coffee. "Dalric of Forst." She was momentarily surprised at having remembered his name, but just went with it. Or tried to.
CORALINE
Is this your cat?


"So?" Edine said. "We've seen him around."
The elf turns to look, and then shakes his head again, again very slightly.


Coraline took a minute to choke on her coffee, then another to stop choking, before following up, "He's hunting the Death of Souls."


There was a stir around the living room, which was saying something because a good chunk of the folks were already still shuffling about for unrelated reasons.
EXT. Molstead - morning


"Are you quite sure?" This was Naran, one of the elders. He was leaning over his coffee unconcerned, but he generally always seemed unconcerned about generally everything. He was like a Finn in that, and Coraline rather approved.
It's a bright summer morning. The sky is mostly clear. Loud birds are everywhere, on the buildings, in the trees, being loud. Some townsfolk are out and about, doing townsfolk things.


"Quite," Coraline said. "Malla was cleaning the rooms and found something that put her on edge. Turned out to be a black soul gem, just lying out on the end-table with a bunch of empty ones. Hunters use these to prevent the Death from jumping hosts by trapping it instead," she explained, "which is also how you get the black ones."
Coraline holds up the cat like a sack of potatoes.


"But if he just left it there," Moira, another elder, began, "How can you be sure he's hunting now? Doesn't that mean he'd already be done?"
CORALINE
(to the cat)
Any of this yours? Hmm?


Coraline shook her head. "Carriers are attracted to other Carriers, so it's possible that the gem, too, was intended to draw any out." They seemed to buy this, so she went on: "And why come here, otherwise? We have no bounties. And if he has soul gems, why leave them out? They're expensive, and black ones worth a bounty even beyond that. He's been watching the town, asking around, looking." She looked around at the assorted folks. "It's a challenge. A trap."
The cat hangs limply in her hands. This is decidedly un-catlike, and yet at the same time, incredibly catlike.


The others glanced around too. They all knew what this meant, or at least pretended to in order to not look stupid.
CORALINE
(irritably)
Great. Do you see Jess anywhere? She should be here by now.


It was Nolan's mum, Gwynne, who finally broke the silence. "We don't have any Carriers," she said. "Do we?"
CAT
Who?


"Unlikely," Coraline said. "We'd know if there was an outbreak. Carriers don't exactly survive long, so the only way I see it travelling is by folks coming in and passing it on. And even then the voices they'd hear would make them incapable of functioning." Unless, of course, they happened to be alcoholics.
Coraline lowers the cat and eyes her suspiciously, but then decides not to press the matter.


Gwynne frowned. "Nobody's come in from out excepting this Dalric himself," she said. "And nobody's been hearing voices what hasn't been for years already. It's a dead end."


"We can put the militia on alert," Merlijn said. "But until he actually does something, what can we really do, arrest him? And now of all the damn times?" He looked up, mostly at Edine. "Pardon my language."
EXT. Molstead market square - slightly later morning


Edine waved it away, opening her mouth to speak, but Naran interrupted her. "Why not?" he said.
The market is a messy combination of open square with stalls and buildings around with shops, with folks pitching and buying and just passing through in a horrible mish-mash. The folks are mostly human, but a few elves and stuff are mixed in.


"He was asking about Yink," Everton James noted. "Last night in the inn." Coraline glanced over, so he added, "It was after you'd took over the bar for the night."
Coraline is still holding the cat, and now has a small HAMSTERY GUY following her very, very closely repeatedly asking her what day it is. She attempts to ignore him.


"Huh," she said, then she remembered. "Yink, that the guy who keeps asking what day it is?"
HAMSTERY GUY
What day is it?


"That's the one," Everton said.
The hamstery guy circles around to follow her from the other side, except now he's actually slightly in front of her.


Gwynne sniffed. "Been like that for years, Yink has."
Coraline attempts to refrain from punching him in the face with a cat.


"Does ''he'' know that?" Edine asked. "Does he care?"
HAMSTERY GUY
What day is it?


"Do we care?" Naran asked.
A blacksmith, BARNEY, spots Coraline from near the smithy and scoots over, holding a scabbarded sword, just as Coraline is about to shove the cat claws-first into the hamstery guy's face.


The others looked at him.
BARNEY
Lyra! I've got this sword. You know I've got this sword. It's got your name written all over it, and for the absolute steal of a price of five silver it's all yours, all yours!


Naran shrugged slightly. "What? Might as well put it out there. The guy's nuts. Useless. Can't even help himself. We don't even know if he'd be happier dead."
He holds the sword up in her face.


"That shouldn't be our decision," Davis said, though his graveness was undermined by his also choosing that moment to try to surreptitiously nab another cake.
CORALINE
(pushing the sword away with the cat)
Now, look, I really don't...


"Doesn't matter," Merlijn said. "Yink isn't a Carrier, so Dalric kills him, then what?"
She's interrupted by the hamstery guy pushing Barney aside and getting in her face.


"But what if he is?" Naran asked. "Or what if someone else is, and we just don't know it?"
HAMSTERY GUY
What day is it?


"Well we'd be fucked," Merlijn said. He didn't even bother excusing himself this time.
CAT
(hissing)
The day you die.


"No, Naran's right," Coraline said. "Why is he here, of all places? And is there anything we can do at this point, or should we just wait and see what happens?"
The cat slides out of Coraline's hands and settles around her shoulders, instead.


Davis shook his head warningly. "See what, if people start dying?"
Barney pulls the hamstery guy aside again in order to reclaim his rightful place in Coraline's face. The hamstery guy attempts to retaliate, and Barney elbows him in the throat.


Coraline said, "I don't know."
Foiled, the hamstery guy sidles off to bother someone else.


Davis sighed and ate his cake unhappily.
BARNEY
Five silver. Once in a lifetime deal. Just five, and it's all yours!


Granny Höhrmann, an elder sitting in a rocking chair in the corner with a cup of tea, belched. She rarely said anything, but when she did it was well worth hearing, so this drew most of the eyes in the room.
Coraline glares at him with the full force of Finnish Death.


She continued to say nothing and just sat there rocking, looking at her tea.
Barney smiles at her disarmingly.


The eyes in the room slowly drifted back to Coraline. She grimaced. She had nothing, at least not that she wanted to share.
CORALINE
If I wanted to buy a sword, I would have commissioned one and you know it.


"Lyra," Moira began, addressing Coraline, "What did you do before you came to Molstead?"
Barney gives her his best crestfallen look. Coraline continues to glare at him.


"Not much," she said. Oddly this was the first time anyone in town had directly asked. "I used to travel a lot, and before that I studied at university."
The cat watches curiously from Coraline's shoulders.


"Azorres said you carry the Deathgod's coin." Davis said. "For what did Kyrule grant his boon?"
BARNEY
(breaking into a wide smile)
Fine, take it as a gift, then. Made for you, perfectly balanced, utter steal!


"Uh..." she said, suddenly starting to panic. They were all too focused on her. They couldn't know, they couldn't, not what had happened, what she had done, how she'd taken the coin in that desecrated temple. How the voices had begun.
Barney bustles around her and fastens the sword to her belt, then hops back and nods.


She had tried to use a knife instead of her staff. Like she had thought it'd work better to kill a person hands-on, or something. It hadn't. There'd been blood everywhere, on her hands, her hair, her coat. Black was the best colour, but it dried brown and flaked off for days...
Coraline continues to glare at where he was for a moment, and then just looks confused.


"Lyra?" Davis said, startling her.
CORALINE
What?


She jumped. "I... I don't know," she said finally, not looking at anyone. "I wish I could say it was relevant, or it was something that could help us here, but I don't even know what happened."
BARNEY
Aye, yes, that's the look. Utterly dashing, the lady wizard.


Davis frowned over another cake, considering.
Before Coraline can respond, Barney backs away entirely with a weird swagger, not unlike that of a used car salesman, still nodding, and retreats back into a bunch of passersby.


"It's been two years," Gwynne said, looking at Davis. "And she's done nothing but good for the town. Let her alone, she probably ''came here'' to get away from all that."
CORALINE
What... just happened?


Coraline nodded, staring at her 'coffee'.
Her hand falls to the sword, which has somehow been added very neatly with another belt opposite her bag.


"Okay," Moira said. "So what have we got, then?"
CAT
You got yourself a sword.


"Um, excuse me." Erik, one of Edine's sons, was standing in the doorway. "There's been a murder," he said.
CORALINE
Thank you, Captain Obvious. You're real helpful, aren't you?


"Yink?" Gwynne asked.
CAT
Meh.


"Yeah," Erik said, surprised.
Coraline heads over to some various folk to ask around about Jess, though nothing really comes of it. She buys some lunch while she's at it.


"Well, that was quick," Moira said.
After, she heads off down the road.


Erik frowned.


"What happened?" Merlijn asked, standing.
EXT. Molstead road - late morning


Erik shook his head. "Feldman found him in his shed." Feldman's shed was generally empty and unused, probably due to the vaguely cow-shaped hole in the roof, and vaguely cow-sized hole in the wall, that made it slightly less than useful as a storage shed. Usually Feldman was chasing badgers and young couples out of it.<ref>Both at the same time, on one memorable occasion.</ref>
CORALINE
All right, cat, what's your deal, anwyay?


"Was Dalric there?" Moira asked. "The hunter?"
CAT
Obviously I'm a cat.


Erik shook his head. "No sign of him, though I don't doubt he did it. Yink's throat was slit and this was... there." He held out a soul gem. It was glowing slightly.
CORALINE
One that speaks. And has a sense of sarcasm.


"That's not a Carrier," Granny Höhrmann said from her rocker. "The soul gem's white. And your boy wants us to know."
The cat doesn't respond.


"What, that he messed up?" Everton said.
CORALINE
Why show up out of the blue? You even planning to stick around? Or are you some kind of alien or something trying to suck out my brain juices?


"That there will be more," Coraline said. "He's gonna find it whether it exists or not."
CAT
I'm a witch's cat. I needed a witch, and you seemed witchy.


"Okay!" Merlijn announced, raising his hand. "Who all thinks we have a Carrier here?"
CORALINE
What, did something happen to your old witch?


Everyone looked around. Nobody raised their hand.
The cat purrs.


Merlijn nodded. "Yeah," he said, putting his hand back down. "So. Not knowing the first thing about any of us, who do we expect this guy is gonna go after next?"
CORALINE
You got a name, then?


"Oh gods," Gwynne said, horrified, and ran out of the room.
The cat purrs some more.


"Nolan," Coraline said.
CORALINE
Cat, I got five cats already and I call them all 'cat', so please, something a bit more specific would be nice.


Davis put down his cake.
The cat stretches out a leg and sticks a claw up Coraline's nose.


=== Molstead environs - afternoon ===
CAT
Maybe.


Nolan was still in his tree. He had a stick, a thin branch whittled down to its core, straight and even. After watching the flock carefully, using its patterns as seeds, he was reasonably sure his hypothesis was correct. This was exactly what Kit needed. A stick.
CORALINE
(removing the cat paw from her face)
Maybe?


He poked the stick in the direction of several random passerby. It needed runes. He was no good at runes. Runes weren't sheep.
CAT
I'm Agata.


Nolan slid out of the tree and scampered off.
CORALINE
Agata. Okay. Good. Do I look like a witch to you?


=== Mayer house - late afternoon ===
CAT
(purring)
They all think you're a wizard. It's the same thing, really.


The council spent the next half hour arguing. First it was about how to protect Nolan, then what to do about the hunter in general, and what even had brought him here in the first place. Then there was the trouble of what to do about Yink, and then Davis found a tooth in one of the cakes, and a fair bit of yelling ensued.
CORALINE
(she sighs)
They also think I'm from Ord.


Amidst this, Merlijn gave up and left to go put some kind of protective detail on Nolan, assuming Nolan could even be found.


At some point Coraline also just gave up and had at the whiskey and proceeded to pay no attention whatsoever.
EXT. Eslinger farm - noonish


Edine yelled stuff.
Coraline comes up the road to find one of Jess's sisters, TEMMIE, mending the fence. Temmie stops and waves upon seeing Coraline.


Davis yelled stuff.
The voices are getting louder again now, but Coraline just ignores them.


Naran said something in a completely normal tone of voice which was quickly drowned out by Everton yelling stuff.
The cat, AGATA, trots over and rubs against Temmie's legs.


Moira looked irked.
TEMMIE
What brings you these ways?


Coraline poured her some whiskey.
CORALINE
Hey Temmie. Was Jess coming to work today?


A bit later, Moira was a bit less irked.
TEMMIE
Oh, aye. She left same as usual, hours back. Why?
(confused)
Did she not... Lyra?


Coraline sat back in a happy drunken buzz and stroked Agata's fur.
CORALINE
She was here and then she left?


Granny Höhrmann rocked idly, knitting, before suddenly setting down her knitting and saying quietly, "Idiots, all of you."
TEMMIE
Er, yes.


Edine yelled some more.
CORALINE
Right. So clearly something happened between here and there and there and... I need a new brain.


Everton yelled at her.
Coraline turns and leaves without saying anything more, and Agata pounces after her.


Davis and Edine yelled right back.
TEMMIE
Hey, hey, wait!


There was more yelling.


Coraline got up, pushing Agata aside onto the seat, set her whiskey on fire, and dropped it on the coffee table.
INT. Molstead Temple - noonish


The yelling stopped.
Coraline pulls the doors open rather forcefully, causing them to swing open to either side of her while she stands there dramatically. There is no sign of Jess.


"Oops," Coraline said.
Agata ambles inside and sits down in front of the main large statue of Azorres, peering up at it.


The coffee table was now on fire too, the flames licking off the surface, spreading with the whiskey.
Coraline hops inside right as the doors are swinging closed again and nearly gets hit in the foot by one of them, and scoots up behind the cat.


Granny Höhrmann stood and walked over to the flaming table, then held a hand out over it. The flames went out almost immediately.
Agata swishes her tail.


"There has been a murder," Granny Höhrmann said, glaring at the room in its sudden ghastly silence. "Doesn't matter who it was, doesn't matter now why. We assign a judiciary and we handle it."
CORALINE
(getting out a bottle of vodka)
Hey statue.


Everyone just sort of stared at her. For some reason, despite this being exactly what their town charter said they did, this had not occurred to anyone to actually do.
STATUE OF AZORRES
Welcome back, wayfarer. How are you holding up?


"Lyra," Granny Höhrmann went on, turning to Coraline, "Will you be our judiciary?"
CORALINE
Miserably. Like a miser. I'm miser-able.


Coraline stared at the elder witch blankly. "Whuh?" she managed finally.
STATUE OF AZORRES
It is a difficult burden you carry.


"Get to the bottom of this," Granny Höhrmann said. "You know more about these matters than anyone here, so make your assessment and decide for us all." She glanced around the room, but nobody dared disagree.
CORALINE
What else am I going to do with it, drop it?
(she takes a drink)
So I'm looking for Jess. She went missing somewhere between her parents' farm and actually showing up to work. Where would I be looking if I were looking where I ought to be looking?


"Um," Coraline said. "Sure?"
STATUE OF AZORRES
You have your answer there. Follow the path between farm and town, and perhaps the clues will reveal themselves.


"Then it's decided," Granny Höhrmann said.
Coraline nods, but doesn't go, holding the bottle like a shield.


Coraline glanced around uncertainly, then said, or at least tried to say, "Then I guess I'ma go talk to him." And left.
Agata peers up at her curiously.


=== Molstead - late afternoon ===
CORALINE
(quietly)
And if I'm dying... what would I be doing to stop?


Coraline didn't actually have any plans to track down Dalric. Her main plan at the moment, in fact, was just to get back to the inn and possibly fall over. And find a toilet. She needed a toilet. Toilet, then fall over. Priorities.
STATUE OF AZORRES
You're getting worse.


Whatever happened, Dalric would probably show up there again sooner or later. He'd left his stuff there, after all. And his trap. And his stuff.
CORALINE
It's slight, but I can feel myself slipping more and more. I thought if I didn't use magic, maybe I'd be okay. It'd stop. But it's winning. Slowly it's winning.


Agata jumped up and climbed onto her shoulders uncertainly. "It's not going to matter tomorrow, you know," the cat said, wobbling. Or maybe Coraline was wobbling.
STATUE OF AZORRES
Four thousand years and there has been no cure to the Death of Souls. You know it will not simply go away.


"Yeah?" Coraline asked.
CORALINE
But what can I do?


"Or the next day," Agata supposed. "But it'll be a mess when it happens."
STATUE OF AZORRES
Find Jess. One problem at a time.


"Always is," Coraline mumbled.
AGATA
You're oddly intelligent, for a statue.


=== Mayer house - evening ===
STATUE OF AZORRES
I will take that as a compliment, little one.


The evening settled in suddenly, seepingly, and full of grandkids running around. Suzy, Edine's granddaughter, beamed at the remainder of the council happily as they exhaustedly moved to adjourn.
CORALINE
Cat, after some of the people I've dealt with, I'd say it's oddly intelligent for anything, really.


But that was fine. They had finally agreed on something.
AGATA
I thought you were going to quit calling me 'cat'.


The tooth in Davis' cake had probably come from Suzy.
CORALINE
Dammit cat, I call all my cats 'cat'.


=== Dreamscape ===
Agata peers up at Coraline imperiously.


It was cold, nippy, even. They weren't anywhere in particular, just snowy fields, rural, vague. The snow was trampled, frosted. Agata was seated by her boots. Good boots. Old boots. They hadn't fallen apart yet. Good.
Coraline narrows her eyes.


They needed to be somewhere, she needed to ''run'', but the train wasn't coming, and the wind was bitter, and it was dark already. They needed to be out of here. The trolls were coming.
CORALINE
Sassmaster.


Coraline spun around, but there was nothing there, only the wind, the voices, whispering , drifting on the surface of the snow. It was so cold, bitterly so, even trying to get in through her hat, and she wrapped her hood tighter around it.
Agata closes her eyes contentedly.


"Is this Finland?" Agata asked.
Coraline scoops up Agata.


"Huh?" Coraline said.
CORALINE
And seriously, thanks, statue. You're a wonderful replacement for a working brain.


"Seems cold," the cat noted. "And dark."


"I don't recall Captain Obvious being here," Coraline said, peering around. What was she even doing here? The station was run-down, abandoned, the tracks covered in snow.
EXT. Molstead outskirts - noonish


"Troll," Agata said.
Coraline strolls back down the road with all the care of an angry zamboni, Agata padding ahead, oppressive heat and sunlight bearing down on the both of them. Some mushroom sprites bounce alongside the road, keeping pace until one of them suddenly bursts into flame, and the others scatter. Heat waves rise off the road. Bugs buzz in the trees.


It fell on Coraline like a pile of bricks.
Coraline is now much more drunk, and the voices practically silent, drowned out by the resulting fuzziness.


=== Molstead Inn - night ===
She stops at a bend and sights down a footpath heading into the trees through the mostly-empty bottle, using it like a telescope with the lid off, which is completely ineffective as she cannot actually see anything through the bottom. Some of the remaining vodka splashes on her face. She blinks, and dumps the rest on her head.


One of the problems with going to sleep drunk is that the sleep in question tends to not be particularly effective. It is deep and restful right up until the point where it stops being at all deep or restful, at which point the sleeper suddenly wakes up feeling absolutely miserable.
CORALINE
Damn. Alcohol is lovely in this heat.


Coraline suddenly woke up feeling absolutely miserable. She was too warm. Her head hurt. Something was dripping upstairs. All in all, it was awful.
AGATA
Smooth.


She drank a glass of water, almost immediately felt less miserable, rolled over, and went back to sleep.
CORALINE
(indicating the trail)
There's some ruins out this way. Maybe... I dunno.


''Drip.''
AGATA
Do you have any leads at all?


Coraline woke up less suddenly this time, and felt less miserable, but the voices were getting a bit louder. She drank some brandy and went back to sleep.
CORALINE
None whatsoever.


''Drip.''
AGATA
Do you have anywhere you need to be?


She awoke partially, drifting out of a listless dream into a room in darkness. Something warm and catlike was curled up next to her.
CORALINE
Nope.


Then sleep was reaching up and reclaiming her once more.
AGATA
Well.


''Drip.''
CORALINE
Right.


The warm and catlike thing was Tress.
They head down the path.


''Drip.''


The dripping wasn't stopping.
EXT. Elven ruins - early afternoon


Coraline rolled over, dislodging a cat. The cat flopped over. Another cat stared her in the face. A third was sprawled next to her.
The ruins are a large quasi-clearing in the woods, the only remainder of an ancient elven city. Mostly the white stone blocks and columns lie scattered throughout the ferns and grass, trees growing through and over them, with only the odd wall or pillar rising against the green, clusters of buildings now almost totally reclaimed by the forest. Only one building stands out as intact - a solitary Edifice, still sealed after all these centuries, and nearly untouched by storm or moss.


"Nrrrgh, cats," Coraline mumbled.
Coraline comes out on the path, looks around, climbs onto a particularly large white block, and glares out over the ruins.


"Yes, hello," Agata responded from the other side of Tress. Apparently Thimble had been the one she'd dislodged from on top of her. At least she hoped it was Thimble. She suspected she actually had enough cats at this point.
An alarming amount of spider webs glare back at her from some of the trees on the far end.


"What the hell is even up there?" Coraline asked. "Dripping."
CORALINE
(squinting unhelpfully)
...gogs?


Agata rumbled. Tress stuck up a paw. Coraline stared at the ceiling. Bloody ceiling. Why was she even in bed? Oh, whatever.
A beige and gloopy PORRIDGE gloops past Agata on the ground, and she hisses at it.


"You all are useless, you know," she told the cats, and fell out of bed.
Coraline hops down and heads over into the webby trees.


"At least we're not drunk," Agata said.


INT. Gog tunnels - afternoon


It's webby, and a bit messy. There's no real path at first, but then one seems to grow almost organically out of bits of web.


Coraline went up to investigate, torch and staff weapon in hand. She wasn't ''expecting'' anything dangerous, but sometimes they did get bogeythings and other weird crap, especially where it tended to be dark. And indeed, the whole place was dark. They'd closed up without her, it seemed. Just how late was it?
As Coraline and Agata progress, the webs get thicker.


Agata followed, all paws.
At one point she sees a gog hanging off a bunch of webbing on a tree. It looks a bit like a large dog-sized spider, and appears to be asleep.


''Drip.''
At another, she passes a tree with a large circular hole cut exactingly through the trunk, except the hole is almost as big as the trunk is, and the top of the tree is held up almost entirely by webbing. Through the hole is shoved a door.


The sound seemed to be coming from one of the guest rooms, and she poked her head in and shone her torch about, illuminating a guy asleep in his bed, and on the floor next to it, a bowl partially filled with water. The ceiling above it was wet, preparing another drip.
She continues on, and the webs thicken. The trees are swathed in webbing, until everything is covered.


Coraline eyeballed it for a moment and then pulled out of the room, heading back to the stairs and continuing upward.
Ahead, the webs converge entirely, leaving only a single round tunnel, maybe a metre in diameter. At its entrance are two more gogs, also asleep.


She poked her way into the attic staff-first, holding the torch to its shaft such that she could aim them both about as one.
Agata hops up onto Coraline's shoulders.


All in all, the attic seemed to be an attic. Nothing moved besides Agata, who trotted ahead and poked about, investigating this and that. Coraline stepped inside and checked the objects in corners, but it all just seemed to be boxes, dust, bits of insulation. Some logs. A random pile of shoes, almost as tall as she was, that made no sense but had come with the place when she'd bought it.
Coraline walks up and pokes one of them.


The dripping would have been coming from the far end, so she headed over thataway, advancing slowly, checking behind boxes as she went, listening for anything unusual. A spent mousetrap here. Shadows that jumped away when she pointed at them. Decorations for Wintersday, leering from the wall, sparkly and bright, but coated in dust and gloom. A broken walking chair. A well.
The poked gog startles and legs at the other gog, which also startles and legs back. They prod at each other a bit with legs and then slow, and then stop. After a moment they collapse back onto each other, vibrating.


There was some shouting from outside, but in here the voices were muffled and indistinct. She ignored them and checked that last thing again.
Coraline scoots past them carefully into the hole and walk-crawls very awkwardly through it.


It looked like a well, at least. Traditional-style water well, circular, about a metre across, stone walls rising about half a metre up out of the attic floor, a bucket with a whole lot of rope tied to it sitting on the floor nearby in a small puddle. It was perfectly ordinary. Except this was an attic.
AGATA
(next to Coraline's ear)
I hope you know what you're doing.


This made no sense whatsoever.
CORALINE
I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing, or what's going on. Gogs aren't... this isn't what they do.


Agata hopped onto the edge and peered inside, and for lack of any better idea, Coraline leaned over and did the same, shining down her torch into its depths.
AGATA
Looks like they did.


It was deep. Very deep. Far deeper than the room below it, and yet the room below had shown no indication of having had a well dug through it in the slightest.
CORALINE
Mostly they're just an annoyance. Steal some sheep. Web over a door. That sort of thing.


They couldn't see the bottom even with the torch.
AGATA
Mostly?


Coraline and Agata exchanged glances, and even Agata looked confused.
The tunnel abruptly ends, and Coraline spills out into an oddly circular chamber, completely bound in spun white webbing. The ceiling glows with diffused light. A couple of other circular tunnels are scattered about the walls. A weird sweet, sticky smell permeates the space.


Finally, Coraline said, "It's a well."
It is completely empty, aside from the centre. In the centre is a solitary wooden door, standing upright without a frame or even hinges. It is in perfect shape. It has a knob.


Agata sat down and said, "Apparently."
Coraline stares at it blankly for a moment.


"In the attic," Coraline added.
CORALINE
I don't even want to know.


"Yes," Agata agreed.
She scoots very carefully around the edge of the chamber, keeping her back to the wall, watching the door carefully until she gets to the next tunnel.


"What," Coraline said.
AGATA
And yet you're continuing.


She looked down the well again, but it just looked like a well. Deep, round, and fairly tubular.
Coraline gives the door one last worried look before scooting into the new tunnel and hurrying away.


This called for fire. She looked around, grabbed a random piece of wood, stared at it in general annoyance, stared at it some more, smacked it on the edge of the well a few times and then gave it a grumpy look.


The piece of wood resolutely refrained from bursting into flame.
EXT. Gog clearing - afternoon


Coraline continued to look at it grumpily for a bit, then said, "Phbbt."
This tunnel opens up into a clearing that is much less webbed over, with only odd swaths netting down from branches, and a decent carpet underfoot. Old trees tower overhead. Afternoon sun trickles down in motes of dust. It is surprisingly cool.


A merry flame danced out of the wood.
Coraline is sobering up a bit as they come out, but the voices are still quiet.


Surprised, she gave the wood a moment to get more thoroughly on fire, then leaned over the well again and dropped it in. It fell a few dozen metres, illuminating the walls as it went, then hit water and went out with a dull, echoey splash.
Gogs are all over, mostly in groups of 3-10. The nearest group are gathered around a bunch of doors, all fairly beaten up. One of the gogs pokes a door with a stick, then drops the stick and starts jumping on the door in aggravation. Another pulls a door upright and then, along with two others, headbutts it.


"Huh," Coraline said.
Coraline watches curiously for a moment.


Agata's ears perked up. "Someone's coming," she whispered.
CORALINE
You know you need hinges, right?


Coraline pointed the torch and staff back toward the doorway. A moment later, the door swung open, and Dalric entered, sword-first. He reached up to shade his eyes from the beam when Coraline pointed it right at his face.
The gogs all freeze exactly where they are: the ones with the doors, quite a few others just hanging out in the clearing, a large group doing some sort of choreographed march around the perimeter, and also a smaller group holding up paper signs around a very confused looking JESS.


"Lyra?" he called out. "Is that you?"
A few of the gogs in the paper signs group are also holding sticks. One appears to have been in the process of poking Jess with its stick, but is frozen mid-poke.


"Stay put and don't you try anything," Coraline said warningly.
JESS
(also not moving)
Lyra?


Dalric smiled. "It's just me, relax" he said, putting his sword away. For the moment he stayed put. "Is there something the matter?"
Coraline threads her way through the groups of gogs, trying not to run into too many, but they don't respond even when she does.


She eyed him suspiciously, and said, "You have some answering to do, and it may as well be here as anywhere. Why did you come to Molstead? Why did you murder Yink von Jummerlund?" That wasn't Yink's name. She had no idea what Yink's name was.
CORALINE
You okay? Kind of need you at the inn. We do have elves.


"You know why I'm here." His eyes seemed to linger on her staff entirely too long.
JESS
Um... yeah, mostly, I guess?


"No, I really don't," Coraline told him. "You seem to think there is a Carrier, but so far all you've done is endanger everyone here. What gives you the right to blindly kill, without consequence?"
Jess pushes aside the stick uncertainly, and then pushes through the sign-gogs. The signs say things like 'door problem' and 'what knob' and 'show force??', and they are all very consistently upside down. She hurries over to Coraline and collapses into the older woman's arms, sobbing.


"Consequence," he said, "is exactly it. There was a foretelling that Molstead would be Taken and destroyed. You must know how quickly the Death passes through, how important it is to act."
CORALINE
(patting Jess awkwardly on the shoulder a couple of times)
There, uh, there?


"Sure," she said. "When you've actually got something to act ''on''."
Jess takes a few minutes to calm down, during which Coraline slowly pulls/nudges her toward the edge of the clearing. In the meantime, the gogs around appear to do absolutely nothing.


Dalric nodded. "But the worst will come, I assure you, and you will need me here when it does."
JESS
They kept poking me. They seemed to really want me to help them with their doors. Except they couldn't explain very well. They just have signs and broken doors everywhere, and then they ran out of paper, and I don't even know. Lyra, what is going on?


"Full of yourself, aren't you?" Agata muttered.
CORALINE
They wanted help with the doors, apparently.


"You've already found Yink wasn't a Carrier. Do not act again without coming to the militia first. Am I understood?" Coraline said.
Coraline looks around at the motionless gogs. There seem to be fewer now.


Dalric watched her for a long moment, saying nothing, so Coraline just continued to helpfully shine the torch's beam in his eyes.
CORALINE
We should probably get out of here. If they let us.


"Yes," Dalric said simply.
JESS
What did you do?


"Great," Coraline said. "You will be watched. Now go on, shoo," she added, gesturing with her light for him to get the hell back out of her attic.
CORALINE
Uh...


"What about the dripping?" he asked.
AGATA
She mentioned hinges.


"I'm dealing with it," she said irritably, not moving.
A nearby gog collapses.


There was another long, possibly tense moment before he gave her a curt nod and backed back out of the attic.
Jess jumps, and winds up behind Coraline, clinging to her shoulder.


Coraline gave it another moment just to be sure he wouldn't change his mind and come back up before turning back to the well and glaring at it.
Coraline turns around, pulling Jess with her.


"A well in the attic," she muttered. "What the buckets?"
All the gogs that had been behind them are gone.


The well didn't answer, and instead just sort of sat there. Being a well. Not doing a whole lot.
JESS
What? They're... They're...


She picked up the bucket and eyed the puddle. From the look of it, the well was mostly just sort of there for no apparent reason, and the dripping was just a side effect of the bucket. All she really needed to do to stop it was clean up the puddle. But that didn't make a whole lot of sense either.
CORALINE
Meh.


Regardless, she had a go at sticking the head of her staff in the puddle, and a moment later, the puddle was gone, flash-evaporated into steam.
Coraline marches off into the woods in what she hopes is the general direction of the ruins, or at least town, and Jess follows closely, not letting go of Coraline's sleeve.


== Part 2 - Initiate unplanned disruption ==


''You want the answer? You want the end? There is no answer; there is no end. There is only now. In every instance, now, now, now, ever-changing now. Nothing else matters. There is nothing else.
EXT. Molstead woods - afternoon


''Enjoy your purgatory of the now.
Coraline and Jess get back out into the open woods without too much trouble, but an odd stillness follows them. A disquieting quiet.


''Notes:
Coraline grumbles irritably and draws her sword, and Agata climbs around onto the opposite shoulder for a better perch. The name 'Lyra Zidane' is written down the blade in flowing patterns, with engraved leaves dancing out around it. The whole design comes across in surprisingly good taste.


# ''We are telling the story now.
JESS
# ''Small events gain traction. In time, they may demolish nations. Catch them as they start, and you may miss the true design.
What is it?
# ''Contradictions belie meaning.
# ''Things will become clearer as you go.
# ''This was not part of the story.


=== Soravian foothills - afternoon ===
CORALINE
I don't want to alarm you, but I think we're being followed.


The prevailing colour was brown, with hints of fire. Long shadows danced through falling leaves. Bare twiggage poked up and crowned the sky. Browning grass rustled in the breeze.
A bush shudders nearby.


To the bear, it was all the same. It nibbled on some twigs, ate some grass, and ambled lazily along, not really after anything in particular, but possibly a bit of everything.
CORALINE
Definitely being followed.


Cerrisian bears, or at least the Cerrisian equivalent of bears, were large, fat, and antlered, with enormous claws and alarming teeth. Like any bear, they ate passing fauna. Like a moose, they ate various flora. Like a goat, they ate just about anything else, too. They were, all in all, quite dangerous, and they filled the deep, dark woods north of Molstead like the dragons out of a bedtime story.<ref>In reality the dragons tended to be in the mountains proper. Dragons like to perch on things too much to lurk in woods.</ref>
JESS
Run?


There was a noise behind it. The bear looked about, peering into the nearby gloom with its beady eyes. One of them suddenly had an arrow in it.
CORALINE
We don't even know who it is. Maybe it's someone who could tell us which way to run.


The bear stood there for a bit. Then it fell over. Then it died. Then it got dragged back to camp and dumped unceremoniously in a heap.
JESS
What?


Soldiers were all about, waiting around, horses set to graze, equipment dropped to the ground. The camp was very temporary, ready to pick up and move at a moment's notice. The men spoke in hushed voices, gambled, traded stories. No fires were lit.
AGATA
She means to say we're lost.


Amidst this, two priests were arguing. Doranis was saying, "This is a bad idea. Have I mentioned that?"
CORALINE
I would never say that. But if I would, well, yeah. We're lost.
(loudly)
Hello we need directions can you help us?


His companion, Edric, answered, "Yes. You've mentioned that."
The trees rustle overhead, and leaves drift down.


"Well, this is a bad idea," Doranis went on.
A scuttling skitters in the underbrush around, over the hillocks, behind the trees.


"Okay," Edric said tiredly.
The first few gogs appear, running toward them, and then gogs are pouring in from every direction, over the ground, covering it. The trees shake, and more gogs come down those, from all sides, all around, converging on Coraline and Jess.


"Seriously, this is a bad idea," Doranis insisted.
Jess clings to Coraline.


"Yes," Edric said again. "You've said."
The nearest gog bites at Coraline, and she stabs at it with the sword.


"Well, it is," Doranis said.
The gog bites at the sword instead, to no effect. The other gogs all just sort of stop.


Another guy came up behind them, saying brusquely, "Will you shut up?" This was Nurunn, the Deathdealer leading the operation.
Confused, the gog bites at it again, but this has no more effect than the first time.


"Sure," Doranis said amiably, and, for the time being, shut up.
The gog hops backwards several metres, and then all the other gogs start converging on it, streaming around the two women, grouping, building a heap, piling up, and up, and up, until they have all just sort of conglomerated into a big, quivering conglomerate.


Nurunn nodded. This wasn't exactly unusual behaviour from Doranis, but the priest was one of the best casters they had, and for this, should anything go wrong, they would need the best.
A gog tumbles off the side and rolls away, only to scamper back to the pile and climb back on.


There was a horn call.
There is a very long, awkward pause as gog pile and humans face off. Coraline looks a bit creeped out. Jess just looks terrified, clinging to her.


"We're up," Nurunn announced. Immediately the soldiers burst into activity, picking everything up, mounting their own horses, and readying to head out. A moment later a scout rode into camp.
Then Coraline lowers her sword very suddenly. Jess jumps.


The scout pulled up, confirming, "It's a go."
CORALINE
Damn arm was getting tired.
(to the gog pile)
Hi. Gogs. Or whatever you call yourselves. Can you tell us which way to town?


Nurunn and the two priests led the advance with the scout. Unlike the majority, they remained on foot.
There is a shuddering in the pile, and then one of the gogs in front hops forward slightly and pulls a stack of paper out of somewhere unspeakable.


It was about ten minutes to the site, easy going, little foliage in the way. A few other scouting other parties rejoined them as they went.
It makes and holds up a sign. It reads, 'door problem'.


The ring of soldiers parted to allow Nurunn and the priests in. Everyone else spread out around them. They could allow no chance of escape.
CORALINE
Really? We hadn't noticed.


The horses fretted uneasily.
The gog drops the paper and scribbles on another one, 'cannot into'.


The Carrier was pinned down by two layers of netting, staked to the ground and several trees, with a pair of Guardians sitting on top of it to hold him down. His hands and feet were tied, too, but even so he struggled mightily, twisting against the rope, pulling at the netting, hissing and spitting, far stronger than a normal man. His wild eyes were pure black, and they bulged as he strained against the netting, trying to escape, to feed, but for all his efforts he could achieve nothing. Every soldier here carried a soulstone next to his heart.<ref>Whether or not the exact positioning mattered, having a soulstone between self and Carrier had tended to prevent feeding in all two recorded case studies. Nobody had been particularly inclined to go out and specifically test it.</ref>
CORALINE
(shaking her head)
No, this is not polandball.


"Huh," Edric said.
This goes on for a bit, but it eventually unfolds, amidst many signs and drinks, that the door problem, specifically, is that the gogs cannot figure them out. As a result, the gogs have become obsessed with doors, stuck on how to get them open, how to get past them. So they kidnap humans, learn their language and how to write things down on paper to communicate, trying to get the humans to teach them how to door. But it doesn't work. The humans don't know what they mean, and then the gogs run out of paper. So then they need to break into humans' nests again, this time to get more paper. Except they can't, because doors are in the way, and they still can't get past them. They don't have the right appendages to use the knobs. They don't have the mass to just tear them off their hinges. Covering them with webbing does nothing. So they use other means. Throw Keith in through windows when they can. Tear the thatch off roofs and drop in when they can.


"Well, he's really far gone," Doranis helpfully pointed out.
But inside are also doors.


"Hopefully not too far," Nurunn said.
CORALINE
So... door problem.


Doranis nodded and cast a soulbinding on the Carrier, his fingers weaving the motions of the spell. It was normally wizard magic, but the gods could grant their priests many things, and when he was done he gestured to Nurunn with a flourish that the guy in the netting was all his.
The gog holds up the 'door problem' sign in agreement. Or possibly a new 'door problem' sign. There are a whole lot of signs on the ground now.


Nurunn gave him an unamused look, then practically sat on the Carrier in order to keep the guy put. He wound up with an arm across the dirty chest, and the maddened face mere inches from his own. The man stank.
The pile also quivers in agreement, or something.


"Edric," Nurunn commanded.
CORALINE
Right. I'm really not sure how to help you with this.


The priest tossed him a small pendant, and Nurunn pressed its amulet through the netting to the Carrier's neck. Immediately the guy stopped struggling, collapsing back to the forest floor, and the Deathdealer took this opportunity to actually clasp the pendant's chain.
The gog holds up a sign that says 'open door'.


For a moment the Carrier simply lay there. Then his eyes began to clear, not entirely, not enough for colour to reappear, but enough that whites were showing, at least, and he stared vaguely upward, not really at Nurunn nor apparently at anything.
Coraline sighs.


"That feels like something," Doranis asked behind him. "Is it working?"
CORALINE
Which one of you is Keith?


Nurunn lightly poked the Carrier's face. "Hey," he said. "Anyone in there?"
A gog pries its way out of the pile and holds up a sign. The sign says only, 'Keith'.


The Carrier startled, then his eyes focussed on Nurunn. "What? Where am I?" he asked.
CORALINE
Hi, Keith. What are you after when you get inside a... human nest?


"You're safe," Nurunn said, relaxing his hold slightly, but only slightly. "Can you tell me your name?"
Keith holds up a sign that says 'paper'.


"Kessel," he said, looking around. "Kessel of Trom." He pressed against the net. "Why am I... I'm so hungry."
CORALINE
Because you need paper for your signs. Of course you do. Look, we need to get back to town, but we'll send some, erm... specialists out here when we do, okay? They might be able to actually do something about your door problem. Or whatever it is your problem ''really'' is.


Nurunn nodded back to the others. "It's progress," he said, getting up, and nodded to Edric.
Coraline strafes around the pile to the side, and the entire pile rotates to face her. She backs away, and the pile stays put, watching with many, many eyes.


The priest hurried forward, getting out his notebook.
CORALINE
Great. Could you by any chance point us in the direction of town? Human nest nests?


Something clinked, and they were interrupted by an explosion of sorts, black and shadowy, full of hunger and voices. It sent the Deathdealer flying, swallowing up several of the nearer soldiers outright, bringing Edric to his knees, clutching his head. Doranis threw up a ward, and though it wavered, it held as the shadow subsided. Many of the surrounding soldiers fell over as well, their soulstones black, every one of them, filled and black, but a few just stood there, staring, their eyes turning colour, their minds filling too with hunger and voices.
A gog pries itself out of the pile and holds up a sign: 'show'.


Nurunn picked himself up quickly, drawing his sword, but as quickly as it had happened, everything was still. The captured Carrier was gone, exploded through bindings and netting alike. And now the inner-most soldiers were taken as well, those few of whom even remained standing... Nurunn dispatched them quickly, not even bothering to soulbind them, just praying it would be enough.
Coraline gestures for it to lead the way, and they follow it back to the road, and then town.


"You know," Doranis began to noone in particular, looking at his soulstone. It was empty. "I don't think that quite worked." He was wobbling a bit, but he seemed largely unaffected otherwise.


Nurunn checked his own stone, and while it was dark, it only repulsed him. It seemed he was clean as well, protected, for now, by his god-given resistance. He cast it aside.
EXT. Molstead Inn - evening


"Guardians, reassemble!" Nurunn called out to the ones in the surrounding woods, many of whom had also been knocked over by the blast. They needed to find this Kessel of Trom again, and quickly. But now he wasn't the only one, either. They had too many casualties. Dead, and worse.
Coraline and Jess get back to the inn in the late evening, Coraline now carrying a snoring Agata under one arm. It's pleasantly cool, and several patrons are hanging around outside with mugs. They greet the women as they approach, but then go silent as they notice the gog.


=== Molstead environs - noonish ===
CORALINE
It's a gog.


The days leading up to the festival proper were remarkably uneventful. Business was usual. Dalric minded his own. Everyone set up to celebrate and just be done with getting everything in from the fields.
PATRON
Um.


Even the council matters were largely resolved, though they met again and agreed on some other things, too. Best keep the militia alert.<ref>Or at least not totally drunk, if they were going to be reasonable here.</ref> Don't alarm the townsfolk. Don't over-inebriate anyone. Keep the bonfire from getting too big. Avoid flinging cows. Anyone setting off really big fireworks should remain conscious while setting off really big fireworks. Keep an eye out.
The gog holds up a sign. It says, 'gog'. It's unclear where this came from.


Keep an eye out.
CORALINE
See?


And today was the day. Now it began. The first day of any festival was always the loudest, and this one was no different. The daytime belonged primarily to the children, and to those who acted like children, and they ran around shooting off rockets, doing scavenger hunts, dressing up as monsters, and eating everything in sight.
The inn's door is propped open, and Coraline tries to shoo the gog in, but then it just stops and pokes at the door. And then the door prop. And then the door some more.


Coraline made a point to be somewhere else during the majority of this. She wound up sitting on a fence, sketching, near one of the outlying farms, with Agata perched on a nearby post.
CORALINE
(ushering Jess inside instead)
Yeah, let's just leave it at that.
(to the patrons)
It's friendly. Don't do anything stupid.


It was particularly uninteresting out here, and she rather liked it that way.


=== String 1265 ===
INT. Molstead Inn - evening


{{q|In the eye of the storm, there is no way out, no escape.|''Andromeda''}}
Inside is fairly busy. Folks are all about, filling the tables, standing around, drinking. DORS, the orcan bouncer, is tending bar. He waves at Coraline and Jess cheerfully as they come in, baring too many teeth.


=== Elven ruins - afternoon ===
Another cat, ARGUMENT OF HAGS, yowls from a shelf in welcome.


The four kids spilled into the ruins clearing with a surprising explosion of disparate energies, especially considering there were only four of them. Kit was in the lead, with Nolan accompanying, and with them they also had Jora, who tended to act as both nanny and bodyguard for their little party, and Erry, Kit's annoying little sister who just sort of followed them everywhere in spite of everything they did to try to dissuade her.<ref>Or, sometimes, precisely ''because'' of what they did to try to dissuade her.</ref>
CORALINE
Right, I think we need food. And then we need to get you home. You good to work tomorrow?


Their interest for the day was in the Edifice, the mysterious solitary building still standing, untouched by time and weather, at the far end of the ruins, and so they made their way there through the dry grass and shrubbery. Erry kicked at some stones. Nolan had his stick from the tree, and as they made their way, he examined the white stone blocks of the rest of the ruins to ensure that none of them were really sheep.
Jess nods.


"It's the centerfold," Kit announced as they went. "The last mystery. And this time it will be mine."
Coraline pushes a very drunk guy off a barstool and he wanders off, oblivious. Then she plonks Jess down on the stool in his place, and dumps Agata in her lap.


"Wallets," Erry agreed.
CORALINE
Stay.


Jora said, idly, baiting, "They say ain't nobody's been able to open the Edifice since the Exodus."
Dors pours Jess a drink.


"We'll be the first," Kit said. "And we have it. A mystery to unlock the mystery within."
DORS
I expect you've had a day. How about some poses?


"We have a stick," Nolan said. He held up the stick for emphasis. "It needs runes."
Coraline heads to the kitchen to get some food, and grabs her staff while she's at it.


"It's a mysterious stick," Kit said. "A symbol of something old. Older than anything. The Torini were architects, mathematicians. They valued symbols over form, so we enter with a symbol."
When she gets back, plates in hand, phoenix staff slung over a shoulder, a small crowd has gathered around one of the tables.


"Runes," Nolan repeated.
Dors is striking ridiculous poses at Jess.


Erry looked at the stick carefully, and said, "It doesn't look old."
Coraline deposits the plates by Jess and goes to investigate the crowd.


"It's not," Nolan said.
The gog is on the table. Several guys are attempting to give it beer.


Erry gave Kit a a pointed look. Her brother totally failed to notice it.
The gog holds up a sign that says 'inside'.


And then they were there. The Edifice, big as life, tall and white and gleaming, carved and adorned with flowing motifs, though the basic architecture was remarkably simple. Even the door was impressive. It seemed to sparkle in the shadows.
GUY
Yeah, put the beer inside. You ''drink'' it. You getting this?
(to the others)
Am I saying this right?


They stopped, looked at it, looked some more, looked around, looked at it some more, and then looked at each other.
ANOTHER GUY
Sure, look, it seems to get it.


"Well?" Jora said finally.
The gog drinks some beer.


"Can you open it?" Erry asked.
Coraline backs away very quickly, grabs her plate, and leaves the inn entirely.


Nolan poked the door with his stick.


Nothing happened.
INT. Keller's place - evening


"Here," Kit said, motioning for Nolan to hand over the stick. He did.
Coraline shows up to Keller's place, still shovelling food in her face, and pounds on the door with an elbow. This doesn't entirely work, so she stops eating and uses her fist instead.


The wizardling held it aloft like a wand and pointed it about in various arcane-looking motions, generally directed at the door.
A moment later, KIT, Keller's apprentice (he's about 12), answers the door, peering up at her curiously.


Nothing continued to happen.
KIT
Need something?


He then poked the door with the stick as well, to similarly little effect.
CORALINE
Got a job, if you're interested.


The others just sort of went along with this, watching the door with interest, aside from Erry. Erry made a face and started picking her nose.
KIT
Yeah?


Nolan said, "I told you, you need runes."
KELLER, dressed in stereotypical wizard robes, swoops the door open entirely before Coraline can respond.


"On the stick?" Kit said skeptically.
KELLER
Miss Zidane! So good to see you again. Do come in, come in!


"Yes?" Nolan said.
He ushers Kit out of the way, and Coraline inside.


"What did it say in the book?" Jora asked.
Having lost access to Kit, Coraline comes inside.


Kit shook his head. "Didn't. It's secrets. Things in books aren't secrets, or they wouldn't be secrets anymore."
Inside is rather messy. There is a stuffed moose hanging from the ceiling. Scrolls and notes are scattered across every surface. An entire wall is covered by something that looks like an elaborate chemistry experiment. Stacks of books line the other walls.


"Runes," Nolan repeated.
Coraline eyes the books curiously.


"All right, which ones?" Kit asked, giving up.
KELLER
So what brings you out this way this fine day, hmm?


Nolan counted off with his fingers, staring off into space, "Fish. Tree. Hunger. Chaos. Hazard."
Coraline takes another bite of her food, still eyeing the books.


"Seriously?" Kit said. That combination actually made sense.
KELLER
Ah, yes, I suppose I have amassed quite the collection over the years, haven't I? If there's anything you'd like to borrow, I suppose I could part... for a small fee.


Nolan just turned slightly to stare at him intently, and so, instead of arguing, Kit quickly looked away and hastily scribbled the runes down the length of the stick.
Coraline painfully drags herself away from the idea of books and gets back to what she actually came here for.


"Poke it," Nolan commanded when the wizardling was done. "Poke the mysterious mystery with the stick."
CORALINE
I actually...
(she notices the moose)
Is that a moose?


Kit gave him a sarcastic look, but complied, and this time the magic sealing the entryway burst into brilliant sparkles before fading away once more. With a click, the door unlatched and opened slightly.
KIT
Wondered that myself. Not a sheep, though. Nolan checked.


"Woah," he said.
KELLER
It certainly is.


"Boom," Nolan said.
CORALINE
Why?


Then Erry ran up and pushed the door open a little more. This revealed an extensive mass of darkness, and she very nearly dove in before Jora grabbed her by the hood of her jacket.
Kit shrugs.


"Hold up," Jora said. "Let your brother put a light on you first."
KELLER
Oh, you know. You need the right space.


Erry pouted and held up, mostly because Jora still had a very solid grip on her jacket and it was about all she could do, while Kit cast some magelights on everyone. Then Jora let go, Erry ran inside for real this time, Kit gave Jora a surprised look, and Jora simply drew her sword and marched in after.
CORALINE
Right. I actually need to borrow your apprentice.


The two boys exchanged rather meaningless looks and headed in as well.
KELLER
(disappointedly)
But I have so much to give!


The entryway was grand but simple, with a high ceiling and staircases going up and down, a pile of bones against one wall, and dust everywhere, fine, deep, and drifting. Erry was already gone, and Jora was standing at the landing of the stairs up, but she glanced back when they entered, unconcerned, only snapping to alertness when the door thudded shut behind them with a dull boom, resealing itself and sparking vaguely once more. The only light now came from the orbs over their heads, filling the space with their odd glow, casting fuzzy shadows in the dust.
CORALINE
Unless ''you'' want to investigate a bunch of possibly insane gogs?


Aside from the bones, there were no signs of life, or even any light sources; where there should have been windows there was only stone, and where a lamp should have hung, only a chain dangled down, lonely and useless.
Keller stares at her for a moment.


"Erry?" Kit called.
KELLER
I've got research. Very important research that I must attend to.


With a squeal, Erry slid down the banister and landed in a heap in from of him.
CORALINE
Of course. I wouldn't mean to ask you to do anything beneath your station.


"Oh," Kit said disappointedly.
Keller hastily flounces off into another room.


"Keep an eye on her," Jora told him. "Everyone should stay together. We don't know what we'll find, or if the place might try to fall down on us now that we're inside."
Kit raises an eyebrow.


"What'd you let her run in for?" Kit asked.
KIT
Insane gogs?


"Where are the sheep?" Nolan asked.
CORALINE
Well, maybe. There's a bunch of them out past the ruins, at least. Maybe you lot can figure out what the hells their problem really is?
Overtly, they're having problems with doors. And paper. The thing I'm really not clear on is why. They're communicative, though. Sort of. They use a lot of paper signs.


Jora looked at him oddly, and said, "Why would there be sheep?"
KIT
Sounds like you want Nolan.


"Kit said there might be sheep," Nolan replied.
CORALINE
Hey, if Nolan can translate gog signs, great. But you'll still need to translate Nolan, and you'll probably want to bring a sword with you just to be safer...


"There might have been a lot of things," Kit said, looking about. "That was sort of the point."
KIT
And I'm sure we can find a use for overloud shrieking.


Nolan frowned, looking about as well, and then fixated on the pile of bones. "Maybe," he said slowly, "there are sheep in there."
Coraline shrugs.


=== Woods outside Molstead - darkness ===
CORALINE
Out of curiosity, what would Keller be likely to charge for some of those books?


Darkness. Everything was darkness. Shapes looming, careening, drifting in and about, but still, only darkness. He didn't know what they were. He didn't know where he was going. It didn't matter. It was only darkness, only everything, black and close, enveloping, consuming.
KIT
More than they're worth. They're just manuals, and half of them are completely wrong.


Sometimes there would be lights, and he would go to them and put them out, inviting them into the darkness, bringing them home.
CORALINE
Damn.


Sometimes the shapes would fade away. Movement would stop, and he would be alone, entirely alone in the quiet, the black, the whispers tickling the edges of the void. Then the shapes would be back, and the lights would beckon, beckon, begging him onward.
Kit pulls one out of a pile and hands it to Coraline.


Shapes.
KIT
Here, this one's a good starting kit. Just take it. He won't even notice.


Darkness.
CORALINE
Er, thanks.


Hunger.


Everything was hunger. The darkness was hunger, empty, necessary, comforting.
EXT. Molstead - evening


Sometimes the darkness was full of lights. Usually it was only black. Black against the dark. Dark against the black. Another black.
Coraline escorts Jess home later, dropping off her plate at the inn and decidedly not investigating the gog table, which has an even bigger crowd now.


He felt it, calling to him with its silent delirious voice, so cold, so empty, so sweet and comforting, so hungry. It was so dark, so far, but so close, and his hunger paled in comparison. His darkness was so bright. He had to make it, had to get there, to join with it, before the darkness went entirely...
Outside, the voices are almost completely drowned out by the clatter of insects. Almost.


White.
Jess is much calmer now. She glances toward Coraline periodically as they go as though about to say something, but then doesn't.


In his single-minded purpose, the Carrier ran onward through the woods, hungering, unseeing.
Coraline either doesn't notice or doesn't care.


=== Molstead environs - evening ===
Finally they get out of the town proper and onto the environs road through the woods.


Coraline was now sitting on a stump. She was happily drunk, and as the evening was settling in, the real party would soon be beginning. The day belonged to the children, but that was mostly just an attempt to tire them out for when everyone else got properly going come nightfall.<ref>It sometimes worked. For some of them.</ref>
JESS
I wish I could be like you. Nothing ever stops you, does it?


She pulled herself up, nearly fell over, and was very surprised to see Agata then fall over entirely.
Coraline gives Jess a confused look.


"Agata?" Coraline said.
JESS
I just froze. I had no idea what to do, but then you showed up... thank you. Thank you.


Agata picked herself up very carefully before glancing over with a look of utter disbelief. "How," the cat asked, "do you even function being this drunk? How are you alive?"
Coraline nods.


"Uh..." Coraline said. "Something something tolerance build-up due to long-term abuse?"
CORALINE
You want to do something, you just do... something. It won't always help, you won't always know what it will do, but if you know that doing nothing won't get you out, then try something else and figure out what will.
I used to do that too. Freeze. Not know what to do, hope it would blow over and just fix itself. Especially with people. But you get practice. You learn. You realise everything follows the same patterns, you learn how to test it and continue from there.
(quietly)
I still sometimes have no idea, though, and I put it off, don't deal with it. It just gets worse in the meantime.


Agata put her ears back, and said, "That's terrible."
JESS
You talked to the gog.


"Yeah?" Coraline said. "Sorry. Why's it affecting you?"
CORALINE
I talk to a lot of things. But it's often not a bad place to start.


Instead of answering, Agata grumbled and headed off, weaving along the way, nearly falling over on several more occasions, and Coraline followed.
For some reason they continue past the turn off to the Eslinger farm.


JESS
I'd like to stop at the temple first.


CORALINE
Sure.


They wound up back in town, amidst the festivities.


It was utterly town-like, and Coraline quickly caught up with everyone else, taking over the inn's obligatory point of primary dispersement, and of course dipping into it copiously herself. As technically a member of the militia herself, she needed to refrain from getting too drunk, of course, but merely ''really'' drunk wasn't ''too'' drunk, so that was fine.
INT. Molstead Temple - late evening


The night wore on, and madness ensued. This time, however, no cows were flung. The notion never even came up. The festivities faded to a happy blur, the market square and surrounding streets filled with music and dancing.
Davis is lighting candles at the shrines as Jess and Coraline enter.


Time was lost, forgotten. Perception drifted in and out of focus.
Jess goes to a few of the shrines and does shriney things.


Coraline stood back and remembered, vaguely, what it was to live. Everyone was so happy, and she supposed she was too, but even so, she wished she could feel it. She wished, vaguely, that she could feel anything.
Coraline wanders over to bother Davis, standing right behind him.


Things happened. None of them were cows. One of them was a chicken, which walked through at one point. People placed bets. Some folks won. Others lost.
CORALINE
Bother.


Coraline said, "There is no chicken."
DAVIS
Oh, hello.


Someone else said, "It's over there. We need to eat the rest of it."
Davis looks at Coraline expectantly.


Something caught fire, but it was intentional, so that was fine.
CORALINE
...that was really all I had to say.


People ran about. Some of them were alarmingly short.
Davis gives her an amused look and moves onto the next shrine, and Coraline follows. This one is to Kyrule, the god of death. It features a thick stone disk, with a skull wearing an elaborate filigree mask carved in relief.


There were many snacks and fireworks, and only one mixup so far.
CORALINE
Does it ever seem strange to honour a god who is such an antithesis to your own? Azorres is life and compassion, Kyrule death and judgement. On one hand you have the pain and struggle and solace of trying to survive at all, and the other... cold finality. The ultimate failure that awaits us all.


Agata sat in the crevice of a rooftop in the hopes of sleeping the entire night off, but wound up covered in slugs instead.
DAVIS
Where is the antithesis? These things go together perfectly, each giving meaning to the other.


=== Edifice - night ===
CORALINE
But aren't they at odds? That very meaning comes from the opposition.


By the time Nolan had finished sorting through every single bone in the pile, the others had long since given up and gone exploring without him.
Davis remains silent as he finishes lighting the candles, and turns to face her when he's done.


He turned the one sheep bone he had encountered over in his hands. It was a rib, and it had been the only sheep bone in the entire pile. This was rather strange, and he wondered what it meant. It was a conundrum that only sparked questions without answers, however, so he merely took it with him as he wandered vaguely down the stairs to find his companions.
DAVIS
This opposition is how they come together.
Azorres' compassion tempers Kyrule's blade. But where compassion fails, where order breaks and the hells would reign free across the lands, we need that blade and all the ruthlesseness that backs it. The world is a question of scales, balanced between all: life and death, order and chaos, needs and desires. The gods reflect this, each one a piece of the balance, and so we honour all.


On the lower level, they had found an obelisk, about the height of a man, with a hole through the top third of the shaft. It was like the one they had in town (and generally ignored), except this one had a small orb, floating unsuspended, within the hole.
CORALINE
I guess I just don't much care for some of them.


Nolan walked in on the others, still holding the sheep rib, with, as it turned out, about as much of an idea as any of them, aside from Kit. Kit was just staring.
DAVIS
You don't need to care for something to see the value.


Finally, Kit said, "Yes."
CORALINE
Value, yes, but...


"What is it?" Jora repeated.
She sighs.


Erry poked the orb a few times.
DAVIS
You can't fully hold the god responsible for the actions of his followers.


"Erry!" Kit yelled, and the orb pulsed slightly, an odd flare of light in this peculiar gloom, but nothing else really happened.
CORALINE
They've been very consistent.


She gave it a pouty look in disappointment. "Aww, I wanted it to go shiny," she said.
DAVIS
Do you blame them? Would you earnestly prefer they not try to contain...
(he glances over at Jess; more quietly)
This? Though their means are merciless, would you prefer it spread?


Jora steered her away from the thing, leaving Kit and Nolan on the centre stage.
CORALINE
Gods, no.


Kit rubbed his brow, then told Nolan, "I think it's one of the real ones. Active, even."
DAVIS
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean...


Nolan gave him a blank look, so Kit explained, "They were objects of power, beacons to magic users. The Torini could use them for all sorts of things, like travel to away places, because they put them up everywhere. I suppose a lot of the major cults kept up the tradition, though what we've got now are just a pale imitation."
CORALINE
Davis. It's okay. You're right.


"So could we use this?" Jora asked. "To travel?"
DAVIS
Kyrule doesn't want you dead. If he did, you would be, despite all our efforts. Trust in that?


"To sheep?" Nolan said finally, holding up the rib.
Coraline shakes her head, smiling confusedly.


Kit nodded. "Aye, I think so? I'd want master Keller to look at it, of course."
Davis winces and goes onto the next shrine.


"Something to come back to, then," Jora said. "It's late. We should get back before the party runs out."
Coraline plods over to the statue.


"Fooood!" Erry shrieked and ran up the stairs.
STATUE OF AZORRES
Have you considered what you will do from here?


Kit punched after her lightly, and Nolan produced an entire roasted turkey leg out of his bag.
CORALINE
Not really, no.
Here's a question for you. Would it be wrong to turn an entire civilisation of a sentient species of spiders into raging alcoholics?


STATUE OF AZORRES
Yes.


CORALINE
Oh.


Erry was waiting by the door when the others go there, and so Kit readied the stick again for the passage out, but the door gave them no resistance from the inside, simply opening at a touch.
STATUE OF AZORRES
Were you really considering this?


Erry gave it an angry look and sidled out around it.
CORALINE
Not particularly, but if I don't do something soon I might not be able to stop it, either.


Kit said, "Huh."
STATUE OF AZORRES
There is a distinction between causing something and failing to stop it.


"For emergencies," Nolan explained. As far as the others were concerned, this didn't explain anything.
CORALINE
There's also a distinction of I live here and have to deal with the consequences, whether it had anything to do with me or not.


Jora turned back in the direction of the town as they spilled out, and pointed toward the glare of the fire looming over the trees. "Look," she said.
Jess comes over to the statue as well, kneeling before it.


But it wasn't right, she realised. It was too big, from here. Too wide. Too much of a glow, like the glow of her own village had been, so long ago, and she put a restraining hand on Nolan, mostly because he'd wound up right in front of her; in reality he was the least likely of any of them to do anything stupid.
STATUE OF AZORRES
Rise, dear child. You will always find solace here.


He looked back, confused, and then, seeing her expression, poked Kit.
JESS
Thank you, my Lord. Thank you for watching over me.
(she puts a cake with the other offerings)
You sent Lyra for me, didn't you?


Kit poked him back.
STATUE OF AZORRES
I did.


"It's too much fire," Jora said vacantly. "Too much."
CORALINE
Normally I'd argue, but... yeah.
(to the statue)
Why didn't you just tell me where she was?


"Obelisk," Nolan said, handing Erry the turkey leg.
STATUE OF AZORRES
I did not know. A god may see their faithful as existing within the world, and know them how they are, but this comes with no precise knowledge of location or status. I knew that she was alive and in need. I heard her prayers and sent you the only direction that made sense.


"Erry," Kit said, pulling her back, "Let's play a game. Let's go poke the shiny." He glanced back to Jora, but she was just staring.
</screenplay>


Erry, on the other hand, grinned like a maniac and made no attempts at all to resist as Kit attempted and completely failed to guide her back into the the ancient elven building. Instead she ran up and jumped around the door until he reopened it, and immediately charged back inside when he did, gnawing furiously.
=== Gog handling ===


Kit, suddenly realising what a terrible idea this was, yelled, "Erry, wait!" and ran in after her.
<screenplay>


Nolan, meanwhile, ambled nonchalantly back toward town, toward that horrible glow, and Jora followed, the dread filling her like terrible fish, swimming upward and upward, drowning her, almost, in its foreboding.
INT. Molstead inn - morning


=== Molstead - night ===
It is morning. Coraline is in bed again, happily asleep, this time with no cat on her face, but two cats next to her. A soft, polite dingling rings through the room, and then stops.


Something had happened. This wasn't right.
CORALINE
Nnnrgh.


Coraline was on the ground, with others, too, around her, not moving. The bonfire was low. Several buildings were burning. Coraline picked herself up slowly, swaying. The world was spinning. Agata walked over and leaned against her legs.
The polite dingling of the bell contrapture repeats, and Coraline suddenly realises what it is, attempts to get up, and falls out of bed.


At some point everything had gone horribly wrong. They hadn't even realised it at first, as the yells turned to screams, at some point something had shifted. Something had happened.
CORALINE
(yelling from the floor)
Coming, give me a moment!


And now it was later.


She breathed carefully, in and out, in and out. She was still pretty drunk, so whatever had happened, it couldn't have been all that long ago. And now the screams. The voices. They sounded almost the same, distant, unimportant, all consuming. She didn't know where they were coming from, just there. Somewhere.


This was wrong. So wrong... so many voices...
A few minutes later, she grumps into the tavern proper holding a bottle of whiskey, mostly dressed, staff and sword under an arm, holding another cloth package, looking like a very angry videogame character. Several cats watch her from the bar as she enters: Thimble and Argument of Hags, as well as TRESS, SCOFFLE, and ONPAHANVAANLAMPI. Thimble looks particularly angry today.


...rising around her.
The spare gog has cocooned itself on the hazard table sticking out of the ceiling. An argument is happening outside the main door.


She was on the ground again, rocks digging into her exposed face and arms. What was she even wearing? Her dress drifted around her so lightly as she picked herself up, all hands and knees. This time her legs were unsteady, but differently, and they held as she finally dared to look up, wiping off a few loose bits of dirt.
The elf is again sitting at the bar, waiting primly.


This place, it wasn't Molstead. It wasn't even Cerris, but some other world, all rock and stone and dust, green, green, green. The landscape faded into the distance, jagged and harsh, mountainous, full of cliffs and clefts and ravines, barren. There was no sun, no moons, no stars, but only a strange glowing sky that washed everything in green, hanging entirely too close. Lightning flashed with no thunder. The voices were all around, invisible, drifting in and out of focus.
Coraline puts down her whiskey, drops her weapons on the floor, cuts the ribbon on the package, and passes it over to the elf as before, this time muttering a particularly choice string of finnish profanities.


"Not this again," Coraline mumbled. She wasn't even sure what this was, but it all seemed so familiar.
The elf pulls out a piece of bread, sniffs it deeply, and smiles serenely, closing his eyes.


The dog ran past at the edge of her vision, and she swung about, nearly falling, trying to catch another glimpse, but all there was was rock, and more rock.
Coraline grabs her weapons again and grumps over to the door and tries to open it.


If only there were life amidst the rock, but it was only rock and more rock, and no life at all. Only loneliness and rock, and the whisper of the voices, the glow of the dying sky, the broken sky, the broken world.
Coraline tries to open the door again.


If only there were something, but there was only nothing. Here she was alone.
Behind her, the gog reaches out and holds a sign off the hanging table. The sign says, 'rote system'.


Completely alone.
Coraline kicks the door, mostly out of sheer annoyance.


=== Molstead outskirts - night ===
JESS
(yelling from outside)
Lyra? You in there?


Everything was so quiet, with only the odd scream curdling the muggy air. Nolan walked past the first few buildings surveying the damage, almost disinterestedly. There was stuff all over. A few people were running about, avoiding each other and ducking into buildings. Some were simply standing in place, not doing a thing. He pushed one of these over and frowned.
CORALINE
(yelling back)
Yeah, what's wrong with the door and why aren't you in here?!


The man curled up on the ground, legs to his chest.
Agata pads over and peers up at the gog.


"Nolan?" Jora asked, skirting about the guy on the ground.
AGATA
It's called a hangover.


"We could flee," Nolan said. "Be safer. Easier. But that wouldn't help the story."
KIT
(also yelling from outside)
Gogs webbed it over! Hold on, I'll get it off.


"What story?" Jora said.
CORALINE
Kit? What... {{idioma|voi paska}}.


"This one," Nolan said, gesturing into town. He started walking again, toward the centre of town. Toward the silence, the fire, the worst of it; whatever the folks had fled, it had been from that direction.
KIT
(outside)
{{incantation|Wind fire burn!}}


"What?" Jora asked again, following.
There's a FWOOMPH outside, and a moment later, JORA, the kids' young elven sword-nanny, opens the door and peers inside, sword out.


"It wouldn't work, not knowing what we've fled," he said. "So we need to know. Then we can flee."
Jora nods and sheaths the sword.


=== Molstead - night ===
Nolan (now 11, though he's hardly grown in the meantime) and ERRY, Kit's little sister (8), are also there.


Coraline woke up just in time to see something run past, and immediately scrambled up and ran after it. It turned out to be the chicken that had run through before, now running in the other direction.
Jess heads inside and then stops, staring at the gog on the table.


"Chicken!" she yelled, grabbing after it. Then Agata launched onto the bird, bringing it down and slowing it considerably, giving Coraline a chance to finally scoop it up.
CORALINE
Just... ignore it. I don't know.


The chicken flapped about in her hands and tried to peck at her, and she wrapped it up in the bottom of her coat.
The gog holds out a sign that says, 'hangover'. The sign is right-side-up for a change.


"Seriously?" Agata said.
CORALINE
Get it some coffee maybe?


"Um," Coraline said, and finally looked around, still holding the chicken. The bonfire was low. Broken things were everywhere. She could still hear some screams, but nothing all that nearby.
Jess gives Coraline a confused look.


A door slammed behind her. People hiding in the buildings, then? The square was deserted, aside from those on the ground. So many of them. She recognised most, checking a couple of the nearer ones, and they seemed to have been trampled for the most part, some shot and stabbed, but with a few it wasn't clear what had killed them at all.
Coraline shrugs blankly.


"No, no," she said. She'd stopped, and now this. She knew these people. Edine. Jess. Others. So many others. The one guy in town who actually liked shalott. The resident junk parts salesman. The log lady. Several militia members she'd even trained herself.
KIT
So. Gogs?


She'd thought she was free here, safe. That it was over, but it was never over, and it was maddening. Her anger, like everything else, was dulled by the alcohol.
CORALINE
Gogs.


"Argh!" Coraline snarled, forcing herself to look away. She found Agata back by the fire, watching her with eyes reflecting the dancing flames.
Coraline picks up Agata and hangs the cat around her neck like a very warm, stuffy, purring scarf.


A moment later, Agata gave what might have been the feline equivalent of a shrug, then indicated toward one of the alleys. "Look. People."


There were three of them, but they didn't look like anyone she recognised, and more than that, they also weren't moving in what was generally regarded as a normal fashion even for the overly drunk. It was a sort of vague shuffle, moving toward them in such a way that the legs seemed almost secondary, as if something were pulling them from further up, using invisible strings wound through their chests.
EXT. Elven ruins - morning


"Are we sure about that?" she asked, and moved a bit to the side, testing, and they readjusted their routes accordingly, still coming right toward her. Then she scooted over to put the remainder of the bonfire between her and them. It was much smaller now, but the thing had been huge, and the embers and low flames were still quite hot.
Erry runs out into the ruins first and climbs up a particularly upright chunk of wall. Nolan climbs after her not long after.


The three shufflers readjusted their routes again, not even bothering to go around the fire, merely shuffling right up to it, climbing into it, roasting rather well, and kind of falling over after a bit. One actually made it out the other side, but then he, too, fell on his face a couple of metres away, flaming weakly.
Kit, Jora, and Coraline all walk in like normal people.


"Okay..." she said slowly, and went and nudged him over with her foot. He was wearing plate armour, and amazingly, as it turned out, was somehow still not dead. He turned his seared head toward her and seemed to be trying to say something, but no real words came out. She drew her knife, since her staff was still stowed away in her bag,<ref>At least she hoped it was.</ref> and kicked aside the chestplate. Then she knelt down and stabbed the blade into the guy's heart, holding the chicken to his face to keep him down.
Agata walks in a bit behind them, peering about.


The chicken made indignant chicken noises.
KIT
I think I see where the gogs are.


Only then did she remember she was still holding it at all, and gave it an annoyed look as she got back up.
CORALINE
Yup.


The chicken made a further chicken noise and flapped a bit.


"Carriers aren't so bright," Agata said. "Now are you?"
INT. Gog tunnels - morning


"Oh, shut up," Coraline said, tossing aside the chicken. It ran away, flapping.
The tunnels are empty. There is no sign of any gogs actually in the area.


She gave the now very dead guy on the ground another look, but he was too burnt to tell her anything. Who were these people? What the hell had happened? What had they been doing here, of all places? That had been soldiers' armour, and possibly uniforms under it. And how had so many been taken by the Death of Souls? Three Carriers? Together? That was almost unheard of, unless perhaps a much more powerful one had gotten into a densely populated camp and... she didn't know, exploded or something?
Coraline and the kids come to the tree with the hole cut through the trunk, and the door shoved in it.


Coraline really, really hoped it didn't work that way, and fished out her staff.
CORALINE
So they did that.


KIT
I don't get it. What possible purpose could that serve?


ERRY
They didn't get that something has to actually hold up the tree. Or maybe they did?


The two kids got to the square fairly quickly, at which point Nolan unceremoniously shoved Jora behind a bush, and then Jora unceremoniously pulled him behind it as well.
Coraline shrugs.


Tthe place seemed rather dead - literally. Of the dozens on the ground, not a one was moving, and no lights were coming from the standing buildings. Only two were outright on fire despite clearly nobody having done a thing about it, but the night was wet and cold, and it hadn't spread.
Jora stalks ahead, listening for something.


There was just no sign of what had actually happened, either.
NOLAN
We're coming.


"See anything?" Jora whispered.
They continue on, into the tunnels themselves, and come to the circular chamber with the solitary wooden door enshrined in the centre.


"Just wait," Nolan replied quietly.
There's a rustle in the other tunnels.


They waited. It was solid advice, really, but even so, Jora didn't like it. Really, really didn't like it. In fact she was terrified. She hated it, but this was just bringing back too many horrible memories, and that they didn't even have a clue as to what it had even been this time around...
Nolan strides up to the door and peers up at it.


She muttered under her breath and kicked a stone, venting a small amount of her frustration, but only a small amount.
Jora draws her sword.


Nolan didn't move.
Coraline readies her staff.


A moment later, they saw Lyra, the innkeeper, come around the fire. She was holding her wizard staff, looking around, one of her cats trotting beside her. Then she just stopped and started arguing with her cat.
Nolan puts a hand on the doorknob.


Nolan and Jora exchanged glances, or would have if Nolan had looked back when Jora looked at him. Instead he stared resolutely forward, mouthing words in time to the argument.
A shiver whispers through the webbing around and overhead. The ceiling thrums.


"What are they saying?" Jora whispered at him.
Nolan turns the knob.


"I don't know," Nolan said.
The walls tremble. Gogs poke out of the tunnel openings, peering in.


"You don't know?" Jora repeated.
Nolan opens the door, swinging it open on missing hinges.


"It's not Soravian," Nolan said. "Doesn't matter."
The vibrations in the webbing are almost constant, now, jarring, humming. Gogs climb over gogs, peering in, watching. A couple topple down into the room itself.


Jora exhaled sharply, trying to reign in her irritation, and went back to watching the argument. Whatever it was, it looked a bit futile on either side - like the cat didn't even care, and the innkeeper didn't even know.
Behind the door is a space, empty, black, silent. Echoes drift outward, countering the hum around. Behind it is a rhythm, almost like a heartbeat.


"Militia aren't here," Nolan summarised quietly, watching. "No sign of Dalric either. Whatever happened had to have been huge. Where is everyone, probably hiding. Militia should be out, you know how bad they are, shut up, you really think this is your fault, no, shut up."
Nolan closes the door.


They stopped arguing, and Nolan trailed off as well. Lyra pointed her staff at something, and it turned out to be a newcomer, a filthy, ragged man shuffling, almost lurching, slowly toward her.
Several more gogs tumble down to the floor.


"Sixteen paces," Nolan said under his breath.
NOLAN
I see.


Jora didn't even try to ask.
The gogs all still around them. The vibrations cease. The humming quiets.


KIT
You do?


ERRY
In the darkness, silence waits. It's listening. It hears us, even now.


He approached her like a bum after money, the sort unsure whether to ask nicely or just outright mug. He was filthy, covered in dirt and other things that weren't dirt at all, his clothes torn and ragged. His hair was a solid mat.
Agata pads around the door, peering at the back.


Unlike the others, which had been more ambiguous, Coraline knew this man immediately for exactly for what he was - a Carrier, so far gone that there was nothing left, only the pure depravity itself on legs, and all he could do to silence the voices, to fill the horrible void, was to take what wasn't his. A soul. A mind. A life. And more. Dozens already. Hundreds, perhaps?
Nolan turns around slightly.


Coraline tried to back away from the smell alone, a horrible odour reminiscent of rotting chocolate, but as horrible as it was and as much as she knew she needed to avoid such a confrontation, to get away, to be anywhere else than here, it was all she could do to even continue to hold her staff on him. Indeed, she found herself actually wanting him to come, wanting him, to join him, to take him, to devour. Hunger for hunger.
More gogs fall into the room, pushed out of the tunnels by gogs behind them.


He fell to his knees before her, looking up, eyes as inky as the night, and held up his arms as if in prayer, pleading. Pleading for her. Begging. Welcoming.
Nolan holds up a sign. It says 'Door'.


She returned the gesture, holding her own hands out, placing them on the sides of his head, gently, caressing. It was okay now. He was home. There would be no more pain, for either of them.
Several dozen gogs all around them also hold up signs, which also say 'door'.


Her staff tumbled to the the ground, forgotten.
Nolan holds up another sign that says 'interminable darkness'.


Agata watched carefully, ready to bound away at the slightest indication of anything amiss. Or anything more amiss. This was pretty damn amiss already, and yet also horribly witchy.
A couple of gogs hold up signs saying 'talk' and 'signs' and 'alive'.


Agata growled, mostly at the other Carrier. Mostly.
Nolan holds up a sign that says 'sheep'.


Coraline caught a whiff of this train of thought and almost laughed, and then suddenly noticed what she was doing. What ''was'' she doing? This man before her, her hands on his head, mirrored, each of them a mirror of the other. She could feel his pain, too, his loss, his fear, and hunger. So much hunger. She tried to push it away, to soothe the pain, to fix him, because she could, she could fix him, she knew she could fix him, but as she tried the voices in her head only rose to a roar and then a scream and she nearly lost all sense of anything, only voices and pain and hunger, only darkness, the darkness behind the green, the souls rising all around.
KIT
Well, that didn't last long.


It fell away as quickly as it'd risen. She couldn't fix him. She wasn't strong enough, and he was pressing on her, his hands on her head, pulling her down, pulling at her mind, tugging at her very being.
There is a shuffling in the tunnels.


So she tried the opposite. If she could heal with a touch, could she also harm? Could she kill?
Some other gogs hold up signs saying 'open door' and 'darkness'.


It was a single powerful thought. A sense of nothingness, of timelessness. A ceasing of being, not mending, but simply ending.
AGATA
Oy, human. Open that door again.


He collapsed immediately, falling back and splaying in the mud, more dirt for his collection.
Nolan holds up a sign that says 'a master'.


Coraline stared at her hands, suddenly empty, alone. The voices had faded into the background, out of sight and almost out of sound. Almost.
The gogs still and lower their signs.


She felt almost whole.
Nolan turns and opens the door again.


"Okay that was fun let's go," Agata said pauselessly behind her, and turned around and left.
The heartbeat reverberates against the dark. Echoes whisper.


"Right," Coraline said, and grabbed her staff and headed after. She needed no convincing. She needed to get out of here, and quickly.
Agata sniffs at the darkness, her ears back.


AGATA
Witch.
What do you see?


CORALINE
(coming a bit closer)
Darkness, and a door with no hinges or frame.


Nolan continued to watch the empty square for some time.
AGATA
Wizard, what about you?


At some point Jora asked, "Are we done now?"
KIT
(also coming over)
Concur with the witch?


Nolan said nothing, and simply watched and waited. Considering that trying to move Nolan against his will was about as easy as moving a sack of elbows, Jora sighed and went back to watching everything that wasn't the square, just in case someone or something spotted them.
AGATA
(shaking her head like an irate cat)
Close your eyes, both of you, and look properly.


=== Molstead Inn - night ===
CORALINE
Eh?


Someone had barricaded the front door to the inn, so Coraline went in through one of the back windows, berating herself about the entire situation. She had been so wrong about everything. She'd thought Molstead was safe, a place where she could settle down and be free of the demons, the trolls, pursuing her, but it hadn't been, simply because she had been here. She'd done this.
Regardless, they do.


She'd had the audacity to think it possible to make a life for herself.
At first nothing stands out, but then, without eyes, the doorway comes into focus. There is a frame, and beyond it, not darkness at all, but light. Humming. Pulsating.


The laughter startled her, like something out of a horror flick, and then she realised it was her own. So she forced a couple more laughs just to be sure it hadn't been a coincidence, and then stopped. This wasn't helping.
The voices whisper strangely around, distorted. Something else lingers behind.


She needed supplies.
KIT
I see a frame.


Bob was hiding in the store room. Coraline said "Hi" and stuffed a decent stock of bottles and other non-perishables into her magic bag. Then she looked about and also added a couple of kegs for good measure, and, since they were there, a few bottles of her home-brew potion attempts.
CORALINE
It's bright. Alive. There's something... familiar...


She didn't even bother packing up her clothes and day-to-day items, just lumped everything up into a wad and stuffed it in. Then she stuffed in couple more things she'd missed with the initial wad. She could sort everything out later. There was space.
Kit opens his eyes.


In the attic, she grabbed a few travelling items, noticed that the well was apparently still there, gave it a weird look, and headed back down, doing her best to avoid the small crowd of townsfolk hiding in the common room.
KIT
It hears us. Feels us.


A few saw her anyway, so she just turned and ran.
Agata hisses.


In the back of the inn, she kept a small room dedicated to pretty things. Keepsakes, memories, books, reminders of home, reminders of who she was and how she had gotten here. An ornate filigree mask wired to a pair of sunglasses. A flower shaped from dried, woven grass. A bright cuddly sea-anemone. A wooden statuette of Ganesh, and with it a smaller one of a wombat in a vest. The sword Barney had sold her a few months back.
ERRY
(shouting)
Close it, close it put it away get it away out out out of my head it's in my head it's... in...


She grabbed the lot of it, and put the mask up on her head by the sunglasses, safely away from anything that might crush it, and then grabbed the two cats sitting nearby, too, though these simply wound up one in each arm.<ref>Cats were too precious to entrust to a potentially questionable magic bag. Coraline had no idea what it would do to living things, and if she ever did get around to testing it she'd much rather use a dog or something.</ref>
Erry collapses behind them.


Thimble murred in surprise. Tress purred.
Jora hurries over to Erry.


Agata jumped onto her head, sprawling over the mask and crushing it anyway, as Coraline climbed back out the window.
Nolan shoves at the door, but it doesn't close.


=== Molstead - night ===
KIT
{{incantation|I hear...}}


Nurunn turned the dead Carrier over and retrieved the amulet, examining it carefully. It seemed the amulet had shattered, the black relic destroyed in the reaction. But it had worked until then. Almost.
Kit starts to walk toward it, but Coraline knocks him down and shoots at the door with her staff. The first blast disappears into the dark, so she shoots the frame, instead, narrowing the blasts, intensifying the heat, making them resonate with the same energies as the frame itself.


He handed it to Doranis and turned to the small group of soldiers they'd brought with them into the town square. Nurunn directed them out into the woods and down the roads, joining the other search parties for any remaining carriers set off by the initial blast.
The frame begins to unravel, and she finishes it, slicing it to pieces with the bladed wings.


In the meantime, Doranis began a ritual prayer for the general region. Things about peace and solace and finality, rest for the weary, hope and home. A few of the soldiers bowed their heads as they left.
The brightness fades. The voices return to normal.


The ritual went on, and Nurunn listened sadly, letting go even if only a little bit, remembering things long lost. Peace was what they were trying to protect, and if not peace, then the hope of peace. The dream of peace. The rest that he could never have, and indeed, it seemed the worlds never would.
Coraline opens her eyes.


The open doorway is gone. The strange hum is gone. Only a burnt, bent, gashed door remains on the ground, torn off its imaginary hinges.


Hundreds of gogs stare silently.


Jora and Nolan listened as well, and Jora's irritation slowly faded. It was just words, but they were powerful words, and she'd always liked hearing them in her own village, where their priests had likewise been more ritual-oriented. Not at all like Molstead, where the only priest to regularly come into town at all had been Davis, and he'd only really come for the cakes.
Nolan holds up a sign that says 'irrelevant'.


She wondered if he was even still alive.
NOLAN
You don't need to open doors. You need paper and a purpose. I will teach you.


Then another shuffler was shuffling into the square.
Nolan walks over to a seemingly random gog tunnel and stares at the gogs occupying it.


Nolan ran out toward it.
One of them holds up a sign uncertainly: 'forward'.


Jora jumped up as well. "Nolan!" she yelled, running after him.
Coraline glances over to Agata, who simply sits watching.


Doranis continued his chant, but moved a bit away.
CORALINE
What was that?


Nolan stopped in front of the shuffler and did a little dance.
AGATA
A teaching moment.


The shuffler stopped and stared at him in vacant confusion.
Kit gets up, looking confused.


Nolan did another little dance, this time centred on the other foot.
KIT
What? Erry?


Nurunn threw a sword through the shuffler's face.
JORA
She's alive, but unconscious.


Nolan immediately stopped, turned around, said, "We're done now," at noone in particular, and started nonchalantly walking back the way they'd come.
Nolan continues to stare at the gogs in the tunnel. Slowly the gogs in it shuffle about, and then start to get out of the way. The gogs in the other tunnels, too, begin to disperse, pouring out into the chamber and scuttling after Nolan.


Jora just stopped and  gawped at him as he passed, and then continued to gawp about a bit after.
Nolan heads into the cleared tunnel.


Nurunn frowned, coming up behind her. "Is that normal?" he asked Jora.
JORA
Get your sister back to town.


Jora threw her free hand into the air exasperatedly, yelled, "I don't even know!" and turned and ran after Nolan.
Jora hurries after Nolan.


=== Elven ruins - night ===
KIT
I suppose we can just let him do his thing.


They got back to the Edifice to find it sealed, with Kit and Erry nowhere to be seen. Jora went to give the immediate area a lookabout, taking care not to make too much noise in the dark. Nolan grabbed another, much less appropriate, stick off the ground and very unhappily scraped the same shapes as Kit had done earlier into it with a knife.
Kit peers after them longingly.


He poked the door, got no effect, frowned at the stick, bugged his eyes out at the runes, and then adjusted one slightly. Then he poked the door again, and this time it opened.
CORALINE
Oh, just go. See what happens, blow everything up if you have to. I'll take care of your sister.


"Jora," he said quietly, but it was enough for her to hear.
Kit runs off almost immediately.


They hurried back inside, downstairs, and into the room with the obelisk. Still no Kit or Erry. All empty. They stared at the obelisk uncertainly.
Coraline kneels next to Erry and places a hand on her chest, using her healing senses to give the girl a proper go-over. Overall, she seems to be fine. There's a general sense of exhaustion and a bit of a darkness lingering in her mind, but no real sign of overt damage or anything particularly alien.


"They could be anywhere," Jora said.
AGATA
Well, he clearly cares.


"Good," Nolan said, and poked the orb in the obelisk's heart with the stick.
CORALINE
He's what, twelve? What do you expect?
(she picks up Erry)
Ugh, she's heavy.


There was a flash of light.
AGATA
Or perhaps you're just weak.


=== Woods outside Molstead - early morning ===
CORALINE
I'm definitely weak. But she's also heavy. These are not exclusive things.


Coraline nearly ran into one of the soldiers in the woods, in large part due to how much she was carrying. She hadn't meant to be carrying so much, but three cats, as it turned out, were indeed 'much'. And they were heavy. And fluffy. And floppy. And they made it a bit hard to see when one of them kept sagging over her forehead, digging in the sunglasses and really messing up her hair in the process, and when she couldn't even do anything about it because the other two had both hands entirely occupied.
Coraline tries again, this time hoisting Erry across her shoulders in a fireman's carry.


"Watch it," the guy said, then actually looked at her, a look of disbelief spreading across his face like a slow-motion mushroom cloud.


Coraline watched it with fascination, but was interrupted by his companion, who asked, "You got all your cats, or are you gonna need to go back for another load?"
INT. Molstead temple - late morning


They were dressed like the three she'd drawn into the fire earlier, but now she could see the insignia on their armour. These were Guardians of the Passing - warriors in the service of Kyrule. They didn't seem particularly alarmed at her arrival, however, so it seemed it was not her they had been after. At least not as far as they knew. She intended to keep it that way.
Coraline pries the temple door open with a mostly free hand and sidles in.


"Yes," she said, tilting her head for maximum cat-hat ridiculousness.
Davis and Cormith are in a corner talking to their intern, KILBETH.


The second one laughed, the other gave her a dubious look, and she just grinned and started on around them.
KILBETH
Are you sure about that?


"Wait," the second said, gabbing her arm and spinning her back around, causing her to drop Thimble. She tried to pull away, but he was much stronger than she was, and before she could really do anything at all he'd drawn her up to his chest, getting himself a face full of Agata in the process and nearly squashing Tress between them.
DAVIS
Yes.


Agata hissed.
KILBETH
Are you sure you're sure?


"Let go of me!" Coraline yelled, trying to push him away, but also trying even more so to not squeeze Tress. She could feel the cats' claws digging into her arm and neck.
Davis turns to look at Coraline pleadingly.


Then she felt it. The voices rising. The strange dark pull of the Death of Souls, that horrible feeling that had suddenly become so normal in the past few days, haunting her, turning her world on its head and refusing to leave her alone. Calling for her to surrender, to give in and come.
CORALINE
Cormith! You're a real healer, right? Could you give me a hand with this girl?


She rejected it, trying to pull away, pushing as hard as she could as Tress began to let out a low yowl, and the soldier abruptly let her go.
CORMITH
(hurrying over, looking relieved)
What seems to be the matter?


She jumped away.
Coraline passes Erry over to Cormith, and he takes the girl, holding her much more gently than Coraline had been.


"Sorry, miss," he said. "Had to be sure."
CORALINE
Something up in her headbrains. I didn't want to try anything for fear of making it worse.
{{idioma|Tai jotakin sinne päi.|translation|Or something like that.}}


"Sure of what?" Coraline demanded numbly, picking up Thimble and backing away even further.
CORMITH
I... see. I'll see what I can do.
(casting over Erry)
{{incantation|What brains?}}


The two soldiers exchanged glances, and then the one said, "There's Carriers in the area. Had to be sure you weren't one of them."
Cormith carries Erry off into the next room.


Coraline stared at them, confused, and then just turned and ran, past the brook lake with the frogs' singing, down the road, and onward.
CORALINE
Great. In the meantime I think I'm going to get myself reacquainted with your floor.


== Part 3 - Initiate transitory period ==
Coraline lies down heavily on the floor, sprawling across the stone.


''It didn't just begin. None of it just began. The things that happened, the things with meaning, they grew slowly, subtly, out of nothing. A few phrases tossed around online. A few words offered in a coffeeshop. A few whispers heard, burbling upward, in the back of her mind.
CORALINE
(mumbling)
Hello, floor. You're a nice floor.


''When Coraline had first encountered Rahah, it had been largely at random. Two girls, growing up on the internet, an ocean between them, encountered at random. They commented on each others' art, but they did that for a lot of people. They mingled and interacted.
Davis looms overhead.


''That wasn't the beginning. It was just something that happened.
DAVIS
Are, um, are you all right?


''But little things grow. They talked and joined games together, roleplayed, commissioned each other's art. By the time they started mailing each other bad jokes halfway around the world, they were as close as sisters.
Kilbeth looms from the other side.


''Notes:
Coraline lethargically holds up a thumb, and then tries to actually put it up relative to the rest of her hand, though it only sort of works due to the angle.


# ''A 'universe' is an artificial construct.
Agata climbs onto Coraline's chest and sits down, a paw very firmly on Coraline's boob.
# ''{{idioma|Some languages transcend meaning. They cannot be translated, for they simply are. These are the languages of gods, and of darker things.|full}}
# ''Everything is translated.
# ''There is no escape from what you know.
# ''Gods lie.


=== String 2438 ===
CORALINE
(recoiling)
Agh, cat!


{{q|Sometimes, if you pay real close attention to the pebbles, you find out about the ocean.|Terry Pratchett}}
AGATA
She's fine.


=== River Lenn - day ===
CORALINE
Well, I ''was'', back when I could actually breathe!


Coraline woke with a start and nearly toppled out of the boat, but then remembered herself just in time. She was in a boat, she needed to keep it balanced, she needed to not topple herself and her cats out into the river they were all, apparently, still lazily drifting down.
Davis picks up Agata.


Tress stared at her worriedly from her lap before shrinking back into a ball of unusually tense Thimble. The two cats had not been at all happy about getting into a boat, and yet when Coraline had gotten in herself, they had still come, piling in right on top of her. It had made paddling difficult.
Coraline very hastily gets up and then nearly falls over again immediately after, grabbing Davis' arm to stabilise herself.


Agata, perched at the front,<ref>Assuming it even was the front; both ends were equally pointy, and this one was pointing more diagonally than actually forward.</ref> peered back disinterestedly before resuming her watch.
DAVIS
(sounding very concerned)
Are you sure you're all right?


Coraline pulled herself up into a seated position, still being careful not to rock it too much, or disturb the pile of cat on top of her. The boat itself was tiny,<ref>She should have found a better one to steal in the middle of the night.</ref> and though it had an actual seat, she didn't really try that much at even entirely sitting up, let alone getting onto that. She was still completely exhausted, sore everywhere, and yet the worst thing of all was her head. And her eyes. And all the sunlight dancing across the water right into them.
CORALINE
I'm just tired. And blood pressure.
(she takes Agata off him)
I'm fine. Nothing to be worried about. You know the gogs in the woods had a door to horrible black nothing? Because the gogs in the woods had a door that opened up to horrible black nothing. Is that normal?


She groaned and clapped a hand across her eyes and immediately felt 62% better. "Agata," she asked, "did we... was there something...?" Coraline gestured vaguely with her other arm. Or tried to. She just wanted to sleep.
DAVIS
There are stories of Gateways opening to other realms. Often the entities beyond them are less than friendly.


"Everything is perfect," Agata said. "Utterly, absolutely, perfect."
CORALINE
Sure, except this was a door. Like that one.
(she indicates a completely ordinary door to a back room)
Wooden. With a knob. It had a heartbeat.
I kind of maybe slightly sort of destroyed it.


Risking another peek out at the water to be sure, it really did look fine. Flat, calm, and horribly bright, but that was just fine. "That's great," she said, sliding back down into her nest in the hollow in the front of the seat. The wood was as soft as dreams.
DAVIS
The heartbeat or the door?


=== Dreamscape ===
CORALINE
The... door.


The snow was falling wetly around her, draping a soggy blanket across the landscape, drooping off of fencelines, hanging over edges of trees and roofs alike. The town looked deserted. The tracks were as snowy as anything. Coraline wiped some snow off her head and it melted in trickles around her fingers, dripping down her neck and back, slipping beneath her thick coat.
Davis nods slowly.


There were trolls around, but they would be dulled by the cold. They didn't like the wet especially. Babies' eyes. Running late. They didn't need to hurry. She could afford to stop.


She could afford to stop.
EXT. Granny Höhrmann's place - noonish


She stepped onto the station porch and peered about, noting the wetness, the leaves blown into the corners, wet and frozen. The ticketing machines were rusted with disuse. The door was shut, locked.
Granny Höhrmann's place is a cottage on the other end of town. It is suitably rustic. It has extensive flower gardens. It has grass and a small tree growing on the roof. A goat is tied to a log.


She tried it anyway.
Coraline wanders over and knocks on the front door, Agata slung under an arm.


It opened with difficulty, hinges resisting, screaking, grating all the way until it stuck, and a blast of stale air drifted out.
There's no response.


It didn't want to. It didn't want her here.
Coraline heads around back. Agata hangs limply.


''Down here,'' Agata's voice said, drifting out of corners. ''You'll want to see this.''
GRANNY HÖHRMANN is sitting under a tree with a cat on her lap. They appear to be having a staring contest.


The door was only partially open, only a little. Coraline pushed through regardless, squeezing past handle and frame, into the darkness full of shapes. Boxes stacked in the gloom, leering frames of cabinets, drawers hanging open, spiderwebs gaping, empty. She was neither spider nor fly. It was all already over.
Coraline walks over and stares at both of them for a bit.


The darkness hung like a sieve.
CORALINE
(finally)
What are you doing?


''Down here,'' Agata repeated, driftingly, distant. Coraline followed the voice, twisting through the maze, turning the corners between stacks, deeper and deeper. It was a labyrinth, silent as the grave.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Arguing with my cat.


The door stopped her suddenly, looming up around a corner all at once, set into a wall, ordinary, plain. Standard industry handle. Standard frame painted the same as the walls. Walls, barren, unnotable. No windows.
AGATA
Are you winning?


She touched it and the surface vibrated. The paint stirred, bubbled, shifted. It was rough, but not, trembling.
Granny Höhrmann looks up in surprise at Agata and squints a bit.


The handle turned easily.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Mad Anna's cat, isn't it?


Beyond was only darkness, deep, looming, empty. Voices in the shadows. Singing in the depths. Echoes. It went on and on, but there was only nothing. It went down, but the light stopped at the threshold. Darkness, darkness, darkness.
AGATA
Not anymore.


''You'll want to see this,'' Agata repeated, the same words, the same voice, suddenly loud, right in front of her, all around.
CORALINE
So you know each other?


The doorway, hanging open, beckoned, inviting. The darkness beyond hinted at shapes, ordered columns, singing against the black, and beyond it, more.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Knew Mad Anna.


She almost tried to step forward, but she couldn't. She couldn't move, instead finding herself frozen in uncertainty and fear, paralysing, pulling her down as the dream dissolved around her, pulling, pulling, pulling, reaching, grasping.
CORALINE
What about her cat?


=== River Lenn - afternoon ===
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Might be it.


The first thing Coraline noticed was that, for some reason, she was standing waist-deep in the middle of the river.
CORALINE
She says I'm a witch.


The second thing Coraline noticed was that there seemed to be a hand stuck to her ankle.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Might be.


The third thing she noticed was Agata, sitting on a rock several metres away, with Tress and Thimble, drenched and shivering, half-standing on top of her. Aside from being dripped on by two other cats, Agata seemed to be oddly not wet.
There's a long silence as Granny Hörmann goes back to staring at her cat.


The hand grasping her ankle yanked her leg out from under her, and Coraline fell back into the cold water with a horrible splash. Completely surprised, she kicked at it and hit something that might have been a head. She stopped, peering blankly through the bubbles, as the sluggish current pulled her about. It was remarkably cold. Also she should probably breathe at some point. Shouldn't she be struggling right now?
CORALINE
So... who's winning the argument?


Coraline thought about this, and it occurred to her that maybe she was drunk.
Granny Höhrmann frowns.


Coraline thought some more about this, and realised that, no, she was ''definitely'' drunk. Had she been sleep-drinking? She'd been sleep-drinking. How the hell had she been sleep drinking?
AGATA
Apparently the cat.


She probably needed air at some point.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
What do you think, Samaritan?


Milky eyes that looked suspiciously not alive were staring at her out of a sagging, bloated head. She leaned forward and poked one of them. It squished and popped, oozing strange liquids into the already dirty water.
Granny Höhrmann's cat, SAMARITAN, turns to regard Coraline and Agata.


The head was attached to a similarly decomposing body.
SAMARITAN
(yawning)
What is it, then? What are your knacks?


This was not the body attached to the hand currently holding onto her ankle. This one only had one arm, and that was reaching for her... boob, apparently. It grabbed at it and slid off ineffectively, and Coraline gave it an annoyed look, before leaning down and to try to dislodge the other hand from her ankle just as all three of them were pulled right into a rock. Suddenly they were tumbling around that, and the hand let go regardless.
CORALINE
My what, now?


Coraline grabbed another rock, pulled herself out of the river, looked around blankly, and then, finally, remembered to actually start breathing again.
SAMARITAN
You're a witch, you got knacks. What are you good at?


Agata and the other two cats half-climbing over her were now somewhat up-river from Coraline.
Coraline glances at Agata.


"Hello," Agata called out. "Having fun?"
AGATA
Drinking, mostly.


Coraline shivered. It had been cold enough underwater, but now the brisk autumn wind was ''really'' not helping. "Um," she said, and her teeth started chattering as well, so she clamped them shut and tried again, yelling back, "What happened to the boat?"
CORALINE
Hitting things with heavy objects?


Agata shook Thimble off her head and pointed to a small muddy beach further down with a paw, where the boat had apparently washed ashore. Then she wrapped the paw around Thimble's neck and started grooming his head. Tress was also drying herself at this point.
AGATA
While drinking.


Coraline shivered violently and suddenly burst into flame. Panicking, she flailed, nearly fell back into the river, and then stopped, confused, when the flames went out almost as immediately as they'd started, leaving her only slightly singed. And dry.
CORALINE
Yes.


A bloated face was staring at her out of the water.
AGATA
Possibly hitting things with objects drinking out of.


Coraline glared at it.
CORALINE
I do that sometimes too.


The face stared back.
AGATA
I'm not surprised.


"Agata," Coraline yelled, "why are there dead people in the river?"
CORALINE
Still want me for a witch?


"They're called drowners," Agata said.
AGATA
Will you stop carrying me like a pile of logs?


"But why?" Coraline asked. "Why are they there?"
CORALINE
Maybe. Depends on your answer.


"Why are you?" Agata said, and started grooming herself.
Granny Höhrmann bursts out laughing.


"I... what?" Coraline said.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Oh, you two are perfect for each other. And here me and Samaritan just argue all the time, but you... you'll spend a lifetime cracking each other up.


The face was joined by another two faces. And a hand. The hand was holding a detached foot. It would have been creepy, except all they were doing was staring at her. Maybe it was creepy. She wasn't really sure anymore.
There's an awkward silence.


Coraline looked around blankly, realised her bag, at least, was still firmly secured to her belt, and tried to find her staff. Only after a bit of searching did she finally remmeber she'd had it out in the boat with her. And now there was something of an entire crowd of faces staring up at her out of the burbling waves. Several of them seemed to be little but bones, long since cleaned of flesh by the sand and stones.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
What's the matter? Spit it out.


So she pulled out the sword, instead. Barry's sword. Her name written all over it, he'd said.
Coraline puts down Agata.


None of the drowners were actually doing anything.
Samaritan jumps off Granny Höhrmann's lap and the two cats sniff at each other.


She unsheathed the sword carefully, examining the blade. 'Lyra Zidane' was written down the middle in flowing patterns, with engraved leaves dancing out around it. It was actually quite pretty, but it also looked remarkably functional even despite all this.
CORALINE
Let's pretend I have much of a lifetime left. Is this where my magic is from? Do cats just... normally show up? What exactly are witches?
(quietly)
Will this... help?


The drowners were still just staring up at her.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Witches are. You're born to it, to your knacks. What you do with it is up to you, but it is yours.
As for whether it'll help you or not, I rather think that'll be up to you.
Don't screw it up.


Fastending the scabbard to her belt, held fast over her thick wool skirts, she squatted down and poked one of the nearer ones with the sword, and it bobbed away, another taking its place.
CORALINE
So it's a tool.


She poked another and this one grabbed onto it, so she stood and pulled it out of the water, still clinging, first arms, head, shoulders, even an entire torso, before the hips and a bunch of what might have been the remains of organs fell off with a horrible sloughing.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Exactly.


Coraline regarded the undead head and torso for a moment.
CORALINE
And I've got a cat who is also a tool.


The undead head and torso regarded her right back.
AGATA
Appropriate, for you.


"What," Coraline said blankly, and shook the sword about a bit, trying to dislodge the unintended passenger, but it clung on surprisingly well, swinging about. A mass of further mostly liquefied organs sloshed out.
SAMARITAN
A cat and her witch, you're bound together. You'll share all your power and knowledge. You'll be allies whether you want to or not.


Finally she just scraped it off on the rock, held it down with a foot, and stabbed it through the head, trying not to hit the rock with the blade itself in the process. This seemed to kill it, and as it relaxed and quit moving, she kicked it back into the water.
Samaritan stares at Agata.


So she sat down and started hacking at the ones in the river, too, grabbing a few of them as they got close with her spare hand to steady them, and they fell to pieces, losing coherence, drifting vaguely downstream like nothing more than random bits of refuse.
AGATA
I chose her carefully.
Her knacks are... different. She can heal, and I bet we could kill. Anything.


Another one loomed out from under the murk to also peer up at her from just beneath the water's surface, so she tried to impale that one too, but the blade just pushed it back under the water.
Agata bares her teeth for a moment, and then it turns into a yawn. Samaritan yawns as well.


This was stupid. She had no idea how many were actually in the river, but they seemed to be completely harmless in practice. Really, she just didn't want to get wet again, but there didn't appear to be any other way to shore but by jumping back in and wading. And she needed to find her staff. And get the cats. More wading. Upriver.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
(to Coraline)
And Anna was all about the fire, so you might find you've some skill with that, too, now.


Groaning and muttering various things perkele, she slid back into the icy water, slashed at a few more drowners, and forced her way back up toward the cats, falling over twice in the process. The second time, she found her staff just sitting on some rocks at the bottom of the river.
CORALINE
And what about our snark? We get to share that, too?


=== Somn's Post - evening ===
Agata's voice resonates in Coraline's mind, like the constant voices around, but different.


By the time Coraline got into the crossing town of Somns's Post, she was completely grumpy, and she finished the voyage off by crashing the boat into a particularly large rock at a particularly slow speed. The cats jumped out immediately. Coraline just sat there for a bit while the current slowly turned the tiny boat around and wedged it into another rock.
AGATA
(mind voice)
''Always.


A few townsfolk were watching curiously.
CORALINE
(mind voice)
''Agata? How... we just talk. And nobody else hears?


A drowner drifted up out of an eddy and Coraline stood up suddenly, smacked it several times with her staff, and nearly fell into the river before a guy jumped out onto the rocks and pulled her ashore.
AGATA
(mind voice)
''Mostly.


Coraline shook him off, muttered angrily, shot the drowner in the face, and only then turned back to the guy and demanded, "Where can I get a drink, hmm?"
Coraline stares at the cats.


Surprised, the guy took a step back. He looked like a rather common sort, but muscular and fairly well-dressed, and he had just been trying to help, she realised only a considerable moment later.
CORALINE
{{idioma|Perkele}}. I get all the worst and best things in my life. Horrid luck. Great luck.
Ghaaah.


"Er, sorry," Coraline said. "It's been a long day. Thanks for, um, that." She gestured vaguely at the boat, which was just sort of bobbing between the two rocks.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
(nodding)
Sounds like life, that.
Go on and learn.


He nodded, and said, "I'm Tanin. You came down in that?"
Granny Hörmann waves dismissively.


"Er... yes?" Coraline said.


"Impressive," Tanin said. "Inn's down the road over there," he added.
INT. Molstead Inn - afternoon


Coraline gave the boat one last dubious look, realised her mask had fallen off and was still sitting in the bottom of it, quickly grabbed that and two cats, and, nodding at the guy, headed off in the indicated direction.
It is later. The elf has wandered off for the day, and the spare gog is likewise nowhere to be found. Coraline is doing inn-y things, setting up for the evening, coordinating with Jess. Tress rubs against her legs from time to time, almost tripping her occasionally.


=== String 39185 ===
Agata watches from a shelf.


{{q|There is a major issue here about forgetting. The whole of the law is to keep your story straight - you must remember this. The wandering mind ends up who knows where it ends. In ruins, probably. That's usually a safe answer, or convenient, anyway.|''Reagan Library''}}
CORALINE
(mind voice)
''Agata?


=== Inn at Somn's Post - evening ===
AGATA
(mind voice)
''Yes?


Coraline entered the inn amidst only a little hubbub. It was not a busy town, just a town were folks passed through, and folks were passing through, hanging around the inn, getting drinks, chatting, not being terribly noisy.
CORALINE
(mind voice)
''Are you okay with this? With me, what I am?


In fact it was remarkably similar to her own inn, sans the hazard sticking out of the ceiling.
AGATA
(mind voice)
''I knew. Soon as I smelled you, I knew. You're a Carrier, but there's more to you than that. You've got darkness in you, and secrets. But also {{idioma|sisu}}. What is {{idioma|sisu}}?


She collapsed into a stool at the bar next to a guy<ref>About two metres away. For a Finn, this was almost uncomfortably close.</ref> who looked surprisingly similar to how she felt, plopped a cat down in front of her, plopped the mask on top of the cat, and then plopped her head down on top of the mask.
CORALINE
(mind voice)
''It means a lot of things. In this case, I guess it might mean survival.


This resulted in her getting a cheek full of metallic mask bits and an unhappy mew from the cat, so she shoved the mask out and tried again.
AGATA
(mind voice)
''Yes. Your courage, your grit. Determination and focus, even against impossible odds. The hallmarks of a good witch. {{idioma|Sisukas.}}


"Um," the innkeeper said, stopping in front of her.
CORALINE
(mind voice)
''I'm going to die. I may kill a lot of others, and worse, in the process.


"Hi," Coraline said, raising her head ever so slightly. "You got any rum?"
AGATA
 
(mind voice)
"Not after the incident with the Jenners," he said.
''And when that happens, I'll find another witch.
 
"Grog?" Coraline asked.
 
"No," the innkeeper said.
 
"Bourbon?"
 
"What?"
 
"Bluuugh," Coraline said, and gave up, collapsing back onto the cat. The cat, apparently Thimble, started licking her hair.
 
"Barkeep, a shalott for the lady," the guy next to her said.
 
The innkeeper frowned, started to say something, then simply thought better of it and obliged, plopping a suspiciously stinky mug down in front of her before scooting over to handle some other patrons.
 
Tress hopped up onto the bar and craned over to sniff at the mug, and started retching as a result.
 
Coraline confiscated and downed it, decidedly not sniffing it first.
 
"Ghuck," she said after, and finally straightened up a bit into a more or less sitting position, much to Thimble's relief. The shalott helped, dulling both aches and voices, making her feel, if not entirely alive, at least slightly less grumpy.
 
"So you're still alive," the guy next to her said, and she finally gave him a proper look. Tired face, long silvery hair tied back at the nape of his neck, longcoat and worn leathers, and swords rather like the hunter's, but much finer. He had an amulet that marked him as a Deathdealer, she realised, but more than that, she'd met him before. It had been an evening in an inn not unlike this one, almost three years past. They'd almost had a conversation. It had almost been a real human connection.
 
Or something.
 
"Hi," she finally managed, giving him a small wave. "I could argue the alive."
 
"Yeah?" he said.
 
"It was him," Agata said, gesturing toward him with a paw, which she then proceeded to lick.
 
Coraline glanced at the Deathdealer and then looked curiously back to Agata.
 
"He killed my previous witch," the cat said.
 
"Oh," Coraline said. "Why?"
 
The guy raised his brow.
 
"She was boiling children for her soup," Agata said. "I'd told her it wouldn't work. She didn't listen."
 
"Work for what?" Coraline asked.
 
"Why are you talking to your cat?" he asked suspiciously.
 
"Why are you talking to a crazy lady?" Coraline retorted.
 
He smiled vaguely, shaking his head. "So you're a witch, then."
 
"You're a witcher," Coraline said.
 
"Am I?" the Deathdealer asked.
 
"Cows," Coraline replied. The shalott was definitely going to her head, and it was pretty great, all things considered. Aside from the fact that there wasn't any left. Her mug was empty.
 
Coraline glared at it disappointedly.
 
Agata padded over to the innkeeper, meowed loudly at him, and when he gave the cat a surprised look, she indicated back the way she'd come and said, "Need more shalott over there."
 
"Oh, er, okay," he said.
 
"And some yogurt for the cats," Agata added.
 
Coraline gave Agata a very surprised look as the cat padded her way back, weaving around a few scattered other mugs and bottles. The Deathdealer reached out to pet the cat as she passed, and Agata paused, taking a moment to sniff his fingers carefully, before curling her head into his hand as he scratched her behind the ears.
 
The mug in front of Coraline had mysteriously refilled itself, and she picked it up slowly, taking the time now to smell its full horror. It felt green, glowing, full of broken magic and decaying dreams. The shapes of shattered worlds swirled in its depths.
 
"You know how that stuff is made, right?" Agata asked, rolling over onto the Deathdealer's hand and sticking a paw up his sleeve.
 
"Like a fine wine," Coraline said, downing the mug. "With a full bouquet of pine cones."
 
"Exactly," Agata rumbled.
 
"That doesn't sound right," the Deathdealer said, pulling his arm out from under the cat, and Agata flopped back over unexpectedly, looking back at him with surprise and disdain.
 
He ignored this and added, gathering his things and scooting over to sit properly next to her,<ref>A proximity also known as Nopeville, at least among the more sober.</ref> "I know I know you from somewhere, and you're not fucking..." he stopped, then just asked, "Remind me, who are you?"
 
Coraline gave him a surprised look, which probably looked almost exactly like any of her other looks.<ref>But not entirely.</ref> Usually she was the one forgetting other people. Although she supposed she had forgotten his name. Or whether or not he'd actually introduced himself in the first place. Or if she had, either. They'd both been pretty drunk.
 
"Um," she said. "I think it was in Telegrin, we talked about gods and philosophy and how time works, and there was a lot of shouting, and drinking, and I'm not really sure what happened after that."
 
"Shit," he said. "That was you?"
 
Coraline nodded. "I woke up in some alley and you were there too, except you wouldn't wake up at all. But you seemed to be not dead, and not a... um..." she stopped. Not a Carrier, she almost said. She'd been so afraid then that she'd slip up, especially after she'd found out what it even was. She'd been so afraid that what she was doing wasn't enough, because all the lore said ''nothing'' could be enough, and all she was doing was drinking, for the first time in her life, far more than she ever would have imagined possible. She'd been so afraid that it would just get worse all over again.
 
Some guys nearby were arguing about something that seemed to translate only as 'sportsball'.
 
"Not what?" he asked suspiciously.
 
"Nothing" Coraline said. What ''had'' happened, anyway? Usually she had at least some memory even from when she was completely drunk, but it was entirely possible they'd gotten into more than just alcohol that night. Assuming it had been only one night. Assuming...
 
"Hah," he said. "So you just fucking left me there, did you?"
 
Coraline reached out and acquired a cat. "That was a... transitory period of my life," she explained, not really looking at him, "in which I wasn't really sure what I was doing and didn't necessarily want to always stick around and make things worse." She paused, then added, "Um, sorry."
 
"A joke," the Deathdealer said. "The name's Vardaman. You said yours was Amadi, I think?"
 
Vardaman. That did sound familiar. Had it all been a lie, or completely true? It wasn't over, that much was clear as night. She still wasn't sure what she was doing, or where she was going, or anything. And sticking around had very definitely made things worse in Molstead...
 
She refilled her mug, but the bottle was almost empty as well, and the last trickles glooped sadly out.
 
"{{idioma|Perkele}}," Coraline muttered. Everything just felt off. Slightly upside down, not quite right. Pulling. She glanced over to Vardaman next to her in surprise. It seemed to be coming from him, but not.
 
He was carrying a black soul gem.
 
"I, uh, I need to go," she said hastily, scooting away. "Sleep. It's been a long day. We'll maybe talk later." Not looking back, she hurried over to the innkeeper to secure a room, wondering even more what she was even doing. The man was a Deathdealer. And among other things, Deathdealers hunted Carriers, with particular efficacy, because where to a common bounty hunter it was all about the profit, for Deathdealers it was a sacred matter, something they must do.
 
But she couldn't just run away again. She was too tired, too drunk.
 
And then he was there again, right next to her, and she could feel the pull, the strange, seductive pull of the black. He was helping her up the stairs, and she was losing herself again, the voices clamouring to get through the veil of shalott, but she couldn't lose herself, not here, not now, not...
 
Somewhere, amidst all the other voices, she heard someone say, ''"{{idioma|It's all right to be afraid. Rest, now.|full}}"''
 
=== Inn at Somn's Post - night ===
 
Coraline woke up slowly. She was in a bed, she realised, but the room was lit, and more than that, she wasn't alone. Vardaman, the Deathdealer, was sitting in a chair nearby, watching her, holding her mask in his lap. There were scratches on his hands.
 
Agata was on the table next to him, along with Coraline's bag. Her staff and sword were leaning against the wall behind them.
 
Coraline sat up uncertainly, and something shifted under her blouse. A necklace?
 
"You're a Carrier," Vardaman said simply.
 
Coraline just stopped and stared at him.
 
"How long has it been?" he asked.
 
She glanced at Agata, but at the moment the cat had nothing to offer either.
 
There was a scratching at the door.
 
"Were you turned in Molstead?" Vardaman asked. "Is that why you fled?"
 
Coraline shook her head slowly, looking away. "It was my fault," she said finally. "Carriers are attracted to other Carriers. I put them all in danger just by being there."
 
"You knew?" Vardaman asked.
 
"Found out shortly before I ran into you in Telegrin," she said. "That was why I was drinking so much. I just knew if I drank, it was fine, it wasn't... and if I drank a lot, I could... forget."
 
"That was four years ago," Vardaman said.
 
"Very interesting, isn't it?" Agata said. "Here we have a Carrier, and yet she's been so for years, and she's not getting any worse. Aren't you glad you listened to your god?"
 
Vardaman gave the cat an irate look before addressing Coraline again. "This mask," he said. "How did you come by it?"
 
The scratching at the door repeated, more insistently.
 
Instead of answering, Coraline got up, glancing at the door, and Vardaman rose as well, a hand falling to his sword.
 
She indicated her bag on the table. "May I?" she asked. When Vardaman nodded, she fished out a bunch of reciepts, frowned, yanked out a giant wad of bedding, pulled out a shovel, and finally just said, "What the crap?"
 
Vardaman was staring at her blankly.
 
"Um," Coraline said, giving him a suspicious look, "Did you go through my bag?"
 
"He tried," Agata said. "I warned him, but he tried."
 
Vardaman sighed, and asked, "What are you trying to find?"
 
"It's in here somewhere," Coraline muttered, and resumed digging. Several bottles of booze weren't even remotely it. Underwear wasn't it. Books weren't it. More books also weren't it. An undead foot wasn't... she pulled at the foot a bit more, and then found it to be attached to an entire undead leg when it kicked at her, got loose again, and pulled back into the bag.
 
She stopped, blinking. That... hadn't been expected. How had that even gotten in there?
 
"That was what he stopped at too," Agata said.
 
"Agata," Coraline said, turning back to the cat. "Why is there a dead person in my bag?"
 
"Hmm," the cat said, leaning over. "I was mistaken."
 
"About what?" Coraline asked.
 
"The dead guy was not where your Deathdealer gave up," Agata rasped.
 
"You have a dead guy in your bag?" Vardaman asked incredulously.
 
"Wait, what?" Coraline said.
 
"He stopped at the cat," Agata said.
 
"What cat?" Coraline asked. "Where... are my cats?"
 
Agata turned and nodded at the door, and it unlocked with a click. Almost immediately it was knocked open as Tress and Thimble pushed their way inside.
 
Coraline glanced back at Agata in utter confusion as Vardaman stepped over to reclose the door.
 
"I hate to be the one to tell you this," Agata began, "but you have another cat."
 
"And a dead guy, apparently?" Coraline said, now eyeing her bag worriedly.
 
Vardaman was eyeing her worriedly.
 
"Hey," Coraline said, turning to the Deathdealer, "you're a Deathdealer. You can kill undead stuff, right?"
 
"Yes?" he said incredulously.
 
"So if I pull this dead guy out of my bag," she went on, "you could kill it for real, right?"
 
"It's ''undead''?" he asked. "You have a fucking ''undead'' in your bag?"
 
"Well, there were these things in the river," Coraline began.
 
"Drowners," Agata corrected.
 
"There were these drowners," Coraline amended, "and one of them may have possibly gotten inside when I sort of maybe totally accidentally capsized my boat."
 
Vardaman gaped at her. "You fucking capsized your boat in a fucking river infested with drowners?" he said.
 
"In her defense, she was asleep," Agata pointed out.
 
"You were... fucking ''asleep'' in a boat in a fucking river infested with drowners?" he said.
 
"I... didn't know it was infested with drowners?" Coraline said.
 
"There would have been signs," Vardaman said flatly.
 
"Oh, I suppose you're really good at reading signs when you're asleep?" Coraline asked.
 
"How are you not dead?" he asked.
 
"I wonder that sometimes myself," Agata rumbled.
 
Coraline didn't answer this, instead reaching into her bag again and pulling out what turned out to be a jar of fruit-based preservative spread with a spool of bowstrings stuck to it. This was followed by a particularly difficult chunk of detritus, which, after resisting quite effectively at first, finally tumbled out on top of her, knocking her backwards, reaching around her, grasping... hugging.
 
Coraline was about to try patting it awkwardly on the back when Vardaman shoved the thing away from her with a burst of energy from one hand and rushed forward and dispatched it entirely with his sword in the other, slashing deliberately, cutting it down.
 
He turned slowly back toward Coraline. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked. "Really."
 
"I'm a librarian," she replied, though in truth this had caught her rather by surprise as well. Things were getting too interesting. Too noticeable.
 
Noticing something golden glinting from between the recorpsified corpse's ribs, she reached down to gingerly pick it up before realising what it was. "Eww," she whimpered, holding the coin out between two fingers, not really wanting to touch it at all. It was covered in partially liquified corpse bits.
 
She looked around uncertainly for something with which to clean it off, and Vardaman handed her a towel, still watching her carefully, his sword now held perhaps even more worryingly than previously.
 
Regardless, after she'd gotten as much of the decomposing lipids and even worse substances off as she could, she held the still pretty gross coin out to him. "This," she said. "This is what I was trying to find."
 
It was large, for a coin, and ornate. On one side it was intricately detailed with a skull and mask - the very same filigree mask as Coraline's - and on the other was a set of scales. Judgement and death, balanced. The symbols of Kyrule, the God of the Dead. Kyrule, whom the Deathdealers served.
 
The Deathdealer took it and sighed. "Fuck," he said. "You're one of us."
 
"Am I?" Coraline said.
 
He sheathed his sword and pulled another coin out of his pocket, and held them both back out in the palm of his hand. They were identical but for the filth. "The Deathgod's coins," he said. "Granted to those who offer their names for the Deathgod to keep." He looked pointedly at Coraline. "And rarer still, to those who make another choice, more difficult. What did you do?"
 
There was a long pause. Then Coraline said, uncertainly, "I killed someone."
 
"Why?" he asked.
 
"I... I don't know," she said. "I had to do something. It wasn't..." What? She wasn't even sure what had happened. It was all so jumbled. There had been blood in her coat, in her hair, for so long after.
 
Vardaman was nodding. "And in so doing, you caught the Deathgod's eye," he said. "As with this coin, you've earned his favour. You may have hope yet."
 
"So I did the right thing?" Coraline asked.
 
"Perhaps," Vardaman replied. "Perhaps not. But you chose, and you acted, where others might not have."
 
"That always was important in the stories," she murmured, cleaning her nails absent-mindedly. This made them worse, so then she grabbed the towel and tried cleaning them with that, instead.
 
"How do you feel?" Vardaman asked.
 
"What?" Coraline asked, stopping. The towel hadn't helped much either.
 
"Afflicted with the Death of Souls, presumably you have symptoms," the Deathdealer said. "How are they now?"
 
"Now? But..." Coraline began, then just stopped. She felt fine. She hadn't even noticed before, but the voices seemed to be gone, she wasn't all that drunk, and all in all, she was feeling more alert and aware than she had in a very long time. She felt, if anything, almost ''awake''.
 
"I'm fine?" she whispered, hardly daring to believe it. "Am I... did you... am I cured?" she asked.
 
Vardaman shook his head. "I'm afraid not," he said. "I put an amulet on you while you slept. The hope was that it might mitigate the effects, and perhaps we could do more from there."
 
"Well, I think it worked," Coraline said, fishing it out from her blouse. It was small and black, set inexpertly on a loose chain, but the inconsistency of the edges made it seem like it had been broken off of something larger - some bits curved, others sharp and jagged. "What was it?" she asked.
 
"We're not sure," Vardaman told her. "Only a few pieces of the original artefact were recovered, and even that was largely by chance. But you should know that this is not a solution, and not without risks either."
 
"You tried it on the Carrier at Molstead, didn't you?" Agata said. "Naughty, naughty."
 
"According to the report, that fragment exploded," Vardaman said.
 
"Um," Coraline said, dropping the amulet hastily. It fell against her blouse with a slight bounce.
 
"Your circumstances differ sufficiently that we have no reason to suspect that will happen," Vardaman went on. "We will need to get you to Abearanoth as soon as possible. Will you be ready to travel come morning?"
 
"I... sure?" Coraline replied, eyeing the junk strewn about the room. It wasn't like she couldn't pack it up again just as easily, but... what?
 
"Good," he said, moving to leave, though he stopped at the door to give her one more pointed look. "Do not try to run."
 
"Wait," Coraline said, just as he was about to leave entirely. "Why?"
 
"You know the danger you pose," he said simply.
 
"So why help me?" she asked.
 
He watched her carefully for a moment, resting in the frame of the rough doorway. Then he said, "Because we, too, hope for a solution. If there is a fighting chance, it is worth the danger."
 
"Be ready," he added, and left, closing the door behind him.
 
Coraline looked to Agata uncertainly. There was junk scattered about. The magelight stuck to the ceiling was already growing dim. Undead parts were lying on the floor like pretentious art.
 
"You should know," the cat said, getting up, stretching, putting paws to the edges of the table, wrapping them over the spine of one of the books Coraline had unearthed, "I don't like this."
 
Coraline nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed. There hadn't been the sound of any footsteps outside. There should have been footsteps.
 
The book was a particularly thick volume, but largely unlabeled. All it had on the cover was a circle with a slash through it. It looked a bit like a Ø.
 
Agata rather deliberately nudged the book off the table, and it fell to the floor with a thud.
 
After a bit, Coraline asked, "He's still right outside, isn't he?"
 
"Yes," Agata said.
 
Then they heard footsteps, fading away.
 
Coraline gave it another pause and then said, "He's still there."
 
"He's good," Agata said.
 
"Think he does this a lot?" Coraline asked.
 
"From time to time," Agata replied.
 
"Wonder if it's actually for the job, or just experience stalking exes," Coraline said.
 
"I'd hazard a bit of both," Agata said lazily.
 
"Oh, for fuck's sake," the Deathdealer said from the other side of the door. This time the footsteps were far quieter.
 
"Was that one for real?" Coraline asked Agata after.
 
"Possibly," the cat said.
 
== Part 4 - Initiate calculated path ==
 
''Not all was lost in the Exodus.
 
''They had the root languages. The written scripts. A few books, secreted away in magic and lore. Even more embedded, they had the dating system and many general practices - cultural, historical, practical. People do something that works, they keep doing it. Two thousand years later, even on another world, what was standardised on &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; remains largely consistent.
 
''And answers, perhaps, would lie not where the people had been or were now, but in Ord, with the elves, who had seen the passage of the humans and made their own around much the same time, for much the same reasons: the worlds were changing.
 
''Notes:
 
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=== String 3106 ===
 
{{q|One always approaches the unknown with greater caution the first time around.|Dr. John Haugeland}}
 
=== Blocky structure - underground ===
 
There had been considerable relief as Jora and Nolan suddenly caught up with the others in the strange new place to which, as it turned out, they had all been transported.
 
Which is to say Kit and Jora were relieved, Erry said "Hi," and Nolan asked where dinner was.
 
"Oh, that's what we forgot," Kit said. "So silly of us, after having packed everything else for this little venture."
 
"Really?" Nolan said.
 
Kit gave him an annoyed look, which slid right off like ducks.
 
"Anyone know where we are?" Jora said, getting to a slightly more practical subject.
 
The others shrugged, dissented, and, in Nolan's case, stared vaguely at a wall and pulled out another leg of turkey. They were in a room of sorts, large, square, dark, and with no discernible doors, windows, or even light fixtures. The only light came from Kit's magelights, including one he had affixed to the ceiling. A trickle of water down one of the walls indicated they might be underground, but beyond that, gave no real clues.
 
The only notable things in the entire space seemed to be another obelisk - a mirror to the one they'd taken to get here - and a strange circle of runes on the floor.
 
Nolan poked the wall with the water.
 
Kit examined the runes.
 
Then Erry asked, "Are our parents still alive?"
 
Everyone else just stopped.
 
"No," Nolan said, still facing the wall.
 
Erry stared at him, so he turned around slightly and explained: "The Quints were killed on the spot. Mrs. Enori was turned and Taken." The Quints were Kit and Erry's parents, and Mrs. Enori was Gwynne, Nolan's mother, but he always referred to them like this.
 
Jora said, "I'm so sorry," though she directed it mostly at Kit and Erry. Nolan didn't seem to feel things the way normal people did. It was easier to just go along with it than worry about it.
 
"How can you possibly know that?" Kit incredulously asked Nolan.
 
"Probability, previous trajectories, and sheep," Nolan said flatly. "Mr. Enori only survived because he would have wound up in the inn, escorting some of the small people."
 
"Small people?" Jora repeated incredulously.
 
"The less erratic ones," Nolan said, looking at Erry.
 
Erry continued to stare, then Jora hugged her and she burst into tears.
 
Kit shook his head, frowning, but there was nothing to it, nothing to it at all. "We need to find a way out of here," he said tiredly.
 
Nolan nodded, looking as chipper as ever.<ref>Which wasn't really all that chipper to begin with.</ref>
 
"Couldn't we just go back?" Jora asked.
 
"I wouldn't," Nolan said.
 
"What would happen if we did?" she asked.
 
"Nothing at all," Nolan said.
 
For whatever reason, that prospect came across as even scarier than the unknown before them.
 
=== Blocky structure - underground ===
 
After what might have been anything from a few minutes to a couple of hours, they finally figured out that the entire far wall was a door and that, for whatever reason, the circle of runes was the doorknob. By standing in the circle and thinking that the door should open, the door opened.
 
"Is this Torini?" Jora asked as Kit stepped out of the circle, the door scraping its way ponderously aside.
 
Kit shook his head. The Edifice they'd come through had been a Torini building, but the architecture here was completely different, solid, dark and blocky. "Perhaps one of the other elven civilisations?" he suggested, but for once he was about as clueless as the others. Aside from Nolan. None of them had any idea how clueless Nolan might have been.
 
Nolan headed out immediately, walking quickly into the newly discovered corridor and looking about the gloom for anything interesting.
 
"I wish he wouldn't do that," Jora said to no-one in particular.
 
Kit hurried after and reapplied lights to everyone's heads, and then Erry ran out and clung to Nolan. This didn't slow him down any.
 
Like the room they'd come in, the corridor itself was long and blocky, extending into darkness, with more circles of runes next to more expanses of wall as it passed into its horrible, pressing silence. Down its entire length, there was no sign of any light beyond their own.
 
"It's like it's dead," Jora whispered, following behind. She had her sword at the ready, though there was no sign of anything at all.
 
Nolan stopped and opened a wall at random, standing in the circle with Erry at his side as the huge stone block slid open. Then he poked his head inside. Then he picked up Erry and stepped a bit to the side, and a moment after, a strange construct of swirling shards of stone flew out through the space where they'd been, turned about, and then started toward Jora instead.
 
Erry shrieked horrifyingly.
 
Kit threw a fireball at it.
 
Jora hit it with her sword.
 
The construct fell to its component pieces, which clattered across the ground.
 
Nolan kicked one of the pieces and nodded.
 
"What was that?" Kit yelled, finally running up.
 
"Hostile," Nolan said.
 
"You think?" Kit retorted.
 
Jora shook her head at them, and instead of answering, went into the room proper to check it out, but it gave no clues, just plain dark stone, blocky construction, an empty space, and a low square pedestal in the centre.
 
"We don't even know if it was supposed to be here," she said. "But if it was, it would have been here." She nudged the pedestal.
 
Kit shrugged from the doorway.
 
Nolan opened a few more chambers despite all protests from the others, and some encouragement from Erry, discovering more empty rooms and one full of featureless cubes, and eventually gave up, passing the remaining side doors by, and heading on down the corridor, the others following closely.
 
"How far does this go?" Erry asked tiredly at one point.
 
Nobody knew.
 
Finally they came to a corner.
 
"Lo, and behold, there was a... corner!" Kit proclaimed.
 
"The air is stale," Nolan said.
 
Kit looked at him and then sent a flying magelight down the corridor to see where it'd wind up. They all watched solemnly as it sailed off into the distance and then stuck to the far wall.
 
"You don't suppose there ''is'' a way out," he said slowly. "What if this is all just a giant dead end?"
 
"What would be the point of having a giant dead end?" Jora asked him.
 
"Ask Vitoi," Nolan said,<ref>Vitoi was the god of dead ends. Nobody was sure what the purpose of this was, but questioning it was likewise a dead end.</ref> starting down the corridor once more.
 
The others didn't ask, and merely hurried to catch up.
 
 
 
They continued on in silence.
 
Then the silence was broken by Erry asking why they didn't have magic ponies. Why weren't magic ponies a thing? "I wanna ride a magic pony," she went on. "It could be shaped like a giant sofa and gallop by flying around."
 
"That's just stupid," Kit said.
 
"No you're stupid," Erry retorted.
 
"I don't think it's stupid," Jora said. "Riding a flying sofa would be a lovely way to get around, especially in summertime. Comfy pillows, wind in your hair..."
 
Kit harrumphed.
 
"This place is entirely devoid of sheep," Nolan said.
 
The new corridor finally led them to a set of blocky stairs, turning back in the direction they'd come, but down. At the base was another one of the door-walls.
 
Kit glanced at the others.
 
"Sure?" Jora said.
 
"I don't think it will crush us, but we'll need to come up slowly," Nolan said.
 
Kit went down to the circle, the others following him a few feet behind. Jora started to draw her sword, but Nolan stopped her and motioned for her fasten the strap to hold it in instead.
 
Even more confused, she did.
 
When Kit stepped into the circle of runes, nothing happened.
 
Nothing continued to happen.
 
Nothing continued to continue to happen.
 
"I guess it's-" Kit began, but was interrupted when the door exploded, spurting water everywhere around the edges and then cracking down the middle, too, allowing through another torrent. He threw up a shield, deflecting most of the blocks when the entire thing finally shattered completely and threw bits of door at them, but it only countered some of the force of the water behind it. The surge of water knocked the breath out of him as it carried him off his feet, and almost immediately the entire corridor had flooded.
 
It was utter chaos. Currents of water still pouring in, stairs and walls tumbling past, bubbles of stale air obscuring any hope of a view. He tried to swim, to pull himself through it, but it didn't work, just banged him up more as the whole world swirled around.
 
He couldn't breathe. His lungs hurt, burning, needing air that wasn't there, and he thrashed in a panic, trying to get out.
 
A hand on his arm stopped him, strong, wiry, holding him in place, and Kit realised it was Nolan, perfectly calm, even as the waters darkened around them, gesturing for him to do something, to make something. Magic. Gestures of breathing, to the water around, and suddenly he understood, quickly casting a waterbreathing charm before he passed out entirely.
 
The effect was immediate as he took deep, needful breaths of the suddenly life-giving water. The pain in his lungs was gone, his muscles were likewise no longer screaming at him for uncertain reasons, and he could see again, clearly see. Nolan was nodding at him.
 
Kit nodded back, and grinned.
 
Nolan pointed to himself.
 
"Oh, right," Kit tried to say, but it came out as a series of weird moans instead of the words themselves. Regardless, he cast the charm on Nolan, as well, who then immediately swam off up the stairs, moving through the water with an oddly snake-like motion.
 
This came as a bit of a surprise, until Kit suddenly remembered the other two, too. He tried to yell, let out another strange moan as a result, and swam as quickly as he could after Nolan.
 
As it turned out, this was not very quickly at all.
 
Nolan met him halfway, pulling Jora, who was holding Erry with all her remaining strength, behind him. Erry had, apparently, already passed out.
 
Kit did his best to hurry over, finally managed to position himself in such a way that Nolan could get Erry in front of him, and then cast the charm on both her and Jora.
 
Erry didn't wake up, but Jora took in several grateful breaths before smacking the other girl a few times, humming something very alien-sounding, but also oddly comforting.
 
A moment later, Erry was breathing again and making strange noises. Upon realising how strange the noises were, she then started making even stranger noises, looking quite pleased.
 
Kit rolled his eyes.
 
=== Flooded chamber - underground ===
 
For lack of any better ideas - or, for that matter, any way to communicate any better ideas - they headed out into the newly-opened chamber. Nolan took the lead, as the fastest swimmer in practice.<ref>Erry might have exceeded him in theory, but it was hard to say because she kept swimming in circles around the other two, blurbling and singing.</ref>
 
The chamber was vast and flooded. Their lights only illuminated a short distance into the water, highlighting each other, the nearest wall and floor, and nothing else against the utter black of the space.
 
They went in a short ways, lost sight of even the near wall, and stopped, crowding around each other in concern.
 
Erry stopped singing.
 
Jora made some noises and gestured a bit, trying to communicate her bad feeling about all this.
 
Kit made some really weird bubbles with his hands and frowned.
 
Nolan shrugged and started swimming out again, toward what was probably the centre of the chamber, and was, rather quickly after, greeted by an enormous eye looming out of the black. The eye was attached to an even more enormous trunk, as well as, apparently, a set of really massive tentacles further off to the side.
 
The entire thing immediately pushed itself upwards, such that several tentacles were now facing the party. They seemed to be lined with hundreds of sharp teeth, and some other things that were even more disturbing than teeth. Hooked and multi-pointed things.
 
Nolan seemed completely unsurprised to see it, and simply swum up to get back to eye level again. He gestured toward himself, then to it, then around, then made a motion that seemed to mean 'out'.
 
Then he nodded, gestured toward the others to come along, and swam around and past the massive squid.
 
They followed cautiously, but it made no motion to stop them, and soon they were utterly alone in the black water once again, swimming through what for all purposes felt almost like nothing at all.
 
Nolan periodically stopped and waited for the others to catch up.
 
Finally, after a few minutes of horrible noisy silence, they reached the far wall. It, or least the small patch that their magelights illuminated, was as flat and blank as all the walls they'd passed.
 
They regarded it for a moment. A mass of tentacles and other squid parts they didn't recognise caught up with them and also regarded it for a moment.
 
They regarded the mass of tentacles and other squid parts for a bit.
 
Nolan swam off in another direction, following the wall, and, not wanting to continue a stare-off with a massive squid, the other three once again followed him, and the wall changed as the went, first only subtly, then blatantly crumpled, full of cracks and holes spreading out.
 
Even the ceiling was looming down. The water here was colder, and felt heavier somehow.
 
Nolan stopped and bonked what might have been one of the epicenters, and gave it a pushing motion. He gestured for Kit to come over, and repeated the pushing motion.
 
Kit gave him a confused look, and then suddenly understood and grinned. As Nolan and Jora pulled Erry away, back toward the massive squid, Kit gave the wall a simple magical push, building it up slowly through the surrounding water, and exploding through the wall, the cracks growing, the crumples shifting. He did it again and the wall groaned, before exploding outward in slow motion as rocks and huge boulders alike drifted out and down.
 
Almost immediately the squid started advancing toward the hole, but as Kit glanced back, he realised the opening wasn't nearly big enough for the thing to get through safely, so before it rammed into him he hurriedly gave the edge of the wall another magical shove, widening the hole considerably.
 
Then the squid rammed into him anyway, wrapping a tentacle around him and yanking him along with surprising gentleness before pushing him aside as soon as it was out.
 
The others caught up and gathered around him as the creature disappeared into the gloom, though now the water wasn't entirely black, just mostly. There was also a mostly, but not entirely, indiscernable glow in the direction that seemed to be up. It was a little hard to tell what was what.
 
Behind them the side of a rough mountain loomed out of the deep, crossed by the other side of what was, next to the mountain, a disturbingly smooth expanse of wall. Aside from the hole Kit had punched through it. That wasn't very smooth at all.
 
Erry blurbled tiredly and tugged at Jora's sleeve. Jora drew her into a hug, and the girl fell asleep almost immediately.
 
Jora gave Kit a bemused look. A very, very strange-looking fish swam past them.
 
Nolan pointed upward and glanced at the other two enquiringly. They nodded, and the lot of them started upwards, Nolan helping Jora to drag Erry's sleeping deadweight up with them. Initially they followed the mountain, but then the mountain ended, still well beneath the surface, and then they ascended alone, slowing periodically to catch some rest. It didn't actually seem to help, but Nolan insisted.
 
=== Lauhen sea - night ===
 
Erry awoke almost immediately when the four of them finally broke the surface, and promptly pulled her way free and sank. The other three trod water and spat out their odd lungfuls of water and started to breathe air again as Erry bobbed up again, flapped about, and then sank again.
 
Jora stared at where the other girl had been for a moment, then said, exasperatedly, "What was that? All of that? What?"
 
"Not expected," Nolan said flatly.
 
"No?!" Jora said.
 
"Okay, that's it. If we ever make it to shore, I'm getting a wand, or some kind of proper focus," Kit grumbled.
 
"Why didn't you have one before, then?" Jora asked, calming down a bit.
 
"Keller didn't approve," he responded. "Said a good wizard doesn't need that stuff. Need, my arse! Has he ever even had to deal with these sorts of things?"
 
"Kit!" Jora said disappointedly.
 
Behind him, Erry sputtered to the surface again, and, again, almost immediately sank, so Jora finally went to go try to maybe teach her how to swim on top of the water as opposed to just through. The girl wouldn't actually drown with the water-breathing charm in place, of course, but this wasn't helping anything either.
 
"Even if you are a good wizard," Jora pointed out, hauling Erry aside, "that doesn't mean you shouldn't use the things that can make you better."
 
"Exactly!" Kit yelled, entirely too loudly.
 
"There's no shore here," Nolan then pointed out.
 
"Yeah?" Kit said.
 
"We need a boat," Nolan said.
 
"Yeah," Kit said. "Except I can't summon one. I suck at summoning. Even little things. Like I tried summoning a spoon? Wound up with a broken nail."
 
"Yes," Nolan said.
 
Kit frowned at him.
 
Meanwhile Jora's attempts to teach Erry to swim were having no effect whatsoever, so she finally just gave up and pulled the girl back over to the others and shoved her at Kit. He grabbed her before she sank again.
 
"Your sister is hopeless," Jora said.
 
Erry grinned.
 
Kit stared into his little sister's face grumpily, then suddenly exclaimed, "Oh!" He passed her off to Nolan and added, "Ice!"
 
"Wouldn't that be a bit cold?" Jora said.
 
"Well, normal ice, sure," Kit said, shaping out another spell. "But this is magic ice. Lasts longer, doesn't lose its cold, all that." He finished a couple more forms and groaned, then muttered a few words to tie it all together, casting it off to the side and then nearly sinking himself as a result of the motions.
 
Erry giggled.
 
The water where he had pointed began to draw upwards, solidifying into a fairly large block of ice, half-submerged, and flat above the surface with a slight wall around the edges, easily big enough for the lot of them.
 
Nolan threw Erry onto it and climbed on after.
 
"Nice," Jora said, and tried to pull herself up as well, but the thing had no good hand- or foot-holds, so Nolan had to help her to get on all the way.
 
Then Nolan and Jora had to drag Kit out of the water together, receiving no help whatsoever from the exhausted wizardling.
 
He collapsed on top of them.
 
They all just lay there for a bit, staring up at the stars and lightening sky.
 
Kit raised a limp arm and cast a really lethargic cleaning spell into the air over everyone. They could almost hear the spell clunk as it flopped back down and dried everyone off.
 
They did hear the arm as it clunked down on the oddly-tepid ice.
 
"Hungry," Erry said, sitting up suddenly.
 
"I suppose conjuring up some food is out?" Jora asked, not even moving.
 
Kit moaned helplessly.
 
Nolan pulled himself out from under Kit and stared off over the waves.
 
"Need a sofa?" Erry said.
 
Then a rather large fish, several feet long, flew out of the water and onto their raft with a wet plop, almost as though someone in the water had heard them and chucked it out.
 
"That's not a sofa," Erry said.
 
The fish flopped weakly, once, and then went still.
 
Kit quickly scrambled up to see what had happened, though aside from the fish there wasn't much to see.
 
They all stared at it. Then they stared at the water. Then a tentacle reached out of the water and gave them a little wave before disappearing back under the other waves.
 
"Our giant cephalopod companion gives us thanks," Nolan said.
 
"How is that even...?" Kit started to ask, but then he just gave up, flopping back on the ice. "That... no."
 
"Yes," Erry said.
 
"This day couldn't possibly get any weirder," Kit mumbled.
 
"The stars are wrong," Nolan said, more to himself than anything else.
 
=== Lauhen Sea - day ===
 
And then the days passed. Adrift, lost, no direction.
 
It was exceedingly, excruciatingly, boring.
 
At first it wasn't too bad. The kids had a lot to talk about - things like what they were going to do now; how they were lost at sea; whose fault this was; how annoying the sunlight and general warmth was; how tired they were of fish; how they were seriously, somehow, lost at sea; how much random crap Kit could reasonably make out of the same magic ice as the raft itself; and how did anyone notice they were lost at sea? Because they were totally lost at sea.
 
At some point they rigged up something of an awning to keep the sun off, but there was still plenty else to complain about.
 
But then they slowly ran out of things. Even the last "So I couldn't help noticing we're still lost at sea..." trailed off into listless silence as they all sat around doing essentially nothing, only a few things bubbling upward. Nolan saying unsettling things that nobody cared to hear. Jora trying to meditate. Kit desalinating seawater and half-heartedly trying to come up with a better barrel design so it'd stop evaporating so much, but only sort of trying. Erry testing out an ice-forged fishing pole and getting the line tangled in her hair and then just giving up, hook still lost to her curls, staring out to sea.
 
Sometimes clouds wisped vaguely overhead, but for the most part everything was blue, blue, blue.
 
Evenings came late, sprinkled with inklings of colour, and the nights were almost as warm as the days.
 
One day saw a full-on fish fight in which Erry, Kit, and Jora were all slapping each other with tuna, while Nolan wordlessly handed each of them new ones whenever they dropped their fish.
 
Another saw a contest in which everyone tried to see who could look more dead. Kit lost immediately due to his lips visibly bleeding. Nolan eventually won, having, as it turned out, fallen asleep.
 
A third saw the sky almost become cloudy.
 
"Look, clouds," Kit said.
 
The clouds dissipated shortly after.
 
=== Lauhen Sea - day ===
 
At one point, Erry said, for the nth time, "It's so sunny. Why is it so sunny?"
 
It was another day, bright and cloudless, full of warmth and blue. The kids were sprawled around the raft in listless boredom.
 
"Because it's summer," Nolan said absently, not really looking. This was, strangely, the first time he'd said this.
 
The next day, Erry said, "It's not summer."
 
Several hours later, Jora said, "It is, though." Her voice was utterly devoid of energy. "The days are longer than the nights. That only happens in summer."
 
Two days later, Erry retorted, "It was summer. It's not gonna be summer again."
 
"Different summer," Nolan said. "We're on the other side now."
 
No real significance of this registered with anyone.
 
Ten minutes later, Jora snapped and decided they should reconsider everything they had with them and made everyone turn out their pockets so she could tally up every item.
 
Unfortunately her initial demand came out completely listlessly, so it took a moment to register with the others.
 
"What?" Kit said finally.
 
Jora rubbed her back and sat up properly. "Turn out your pockets," she managed in what still turned out to be a much more authoritative, and, for that matter, awake, croak. "All of you, pockets. We must have something more we can be doing with this."
 
The others stared at her.
 
So Jora upended her bag and pulled some stuff out of her own pockets. It turned out to be mostly lint, along with a few keys and a small knife, but it was the principle of the matter.
 
She indicated the pile and eyed the others expectantly, and finally Kit and Erry scooted over a bit toward her and the pile.
 
Nolan got up entirely and dropped a large stuffed bear on it, almost as large as he was, giving no indication of where it had come from. Considering none of the others had even seen it up until now, this was a little alarming.
 
Kit registered his alarm by saying, "What," and vaguely gesturing toward it.
 
Wordlessly, Nolan then pulled out a full-sized shovel and then dropped a magic bag on top of the bear, causing part of its head to disappear, the bag collapsing flatly across it as though containing nothing.
 
"Oh," Kit said, while Erry scurried over and grabbed the bag to investigate, holding it up and peering inside. For a moment her head disappeared, and then she was pulling out various things and piling them up with everything else.
 
Kit tossed some things from his own pockets in.
 
Nolan very slowly added a sheep rib, a pair of mismatched socks, and a small knife to the pile.
 
"Anything else?" Jora said.
 
"Yeah!" Erry exclaimed, and pulled a dirty lump out of one of her pockets and chucked that in.
 
Jora nodded.
 
It was a significant pile, ankle-high, full of lint, filling the centre of the raft with an oddly alien nostalgia. None of the stuff fit here. It was all a piece of another world. A world of land. Of stuff. Of people.
 
The tally came to mostly lint, partly junk, a whole lot of random toys and tools and bits of broken things, a surprisingly good spade, not nearly enough alchemical ingredients, an ineffective amount of currency,<ref>Only some of which was Soravian.</ref> some random bits of food, enough martial weapons to wage a small war, and a giant wad of yarn.
 
"Well," Kit said.
 
"That's a lot of yarn," Erry said.
 
"This is who we are," Jora said, "distilled down to simple items."
 
"What?" Kit said.
 
"Er," Jora said quickly, and then pushed Nolan at the pile.
 
Nolan dug through it and picked up the flaky brown lump that had been the contents of Erry's pockets.
 
Kit accepted it gingerly and looked it over. Then he glanced at Erry. "Do I even wanna know?" he said.
 
"Do you ever?" Erry asked.
 
"So what is it?" Jora asked. "Dirt?"
 
Kit stared at it blankly.
 
Then Nolan reached over, took back the lump, and bashed it against the floor of the raft, breaking it up into smaller clods of what very much seemed to be dirt. Embedded within it were some twigs, a key, two spoons, a few clips, a knuckle die, and several peach pits.
 
"Boom," Nolan said, holding up one of the pits.
 
=== Lauhen Sea - morning ===
 
Morning just sort of happened. It was a little unclear how it had happened. Nobody was quite awake enough to say.
 
The thing was, of all the reasons why magic was not typically combined with agriculture on Cerris, the sheer effort involved did not top the list.<ref>Possibly because normally any attempts at it were not done at sea while trying to balance an entire giant tree on a small raft.</ref> Normally, the simple fact that wizards almost never actually knew the first thing about agriculture was enough all by itself.
 
Kit was only a slight exception to this rule. He'd picked up a few things here and there simply by nature of living next to a farm, but since he spent the vast majority of his time not actually around said farm, they were only a few things. Whereas his sister knew a rather similar amount even though she did go help out around the place sometimes and just never paid the slightest attention to what she was doing. She just cared that they gave her sweets.
 
Jora knew hunting far better than farming.
 
Nolan probably knew the most of any of them about farming, and since he and Kit both spoke fluent nerd in a way that was able to communicate some of this knowledge, they were between them able to successfully agriculture a tree using magic.<ref>Much to everyone's surprise, especially their own.</ref> It took three tries, a whole lot of wrangling and grief, one very large peach tree falling out of the raft and floating away, a small explosion, and all night, but at the end of it, there was a thick tree trunk lying across the raft like some sort of bizarre art project. One end of the trunk angled upward off the side of the raft, complete with a fully-formed, over-large crown with branches sticking out in every direction. The other looped down abruptly over the opposite side of the raft, with a large spread of roots jutting down rather deeply into the water in an unexpectedly successful attempt to keep the entire thing from tipping over.
 
Petals drifted by in the morning breeze. Somehow the thing was simultaneously blooming and dropping ripe peaches, mostly in the water, while growing out of pure seawater on the opposite end.
 
Kit would have been the only one even remotely capable of explaining this, but he was apparently in a coma.
 
This was discovered by Nolan announcing, "Kit is in a coma," and then promptly lying down next to him and falling asleep.
 
Jora and Erry exchanged glances, and then Jora just sighed.
 
"What does that mean?" Erry asked, poking her brother with a peach.
 
"I don't even know," Jora said, lying back against the tree.
 
"Is he dying?" Erry asked.
 
"I don't know," Jora repeated.
 
"Will he wake up?" Erry asked.
 
"Probably," Jora mumbled. She pointed vaguely backwards over her shoulder. "Are trees supposed to do this?"
 
"Sure," Erry said, not that she had any idea what Jora was actually asking.
 
=== Lauhen Sea - day ===
 
It was later. It was always later. Days passed, and still the tree was growing strong, dropping peaches, clinging to the sides of the raft, sinking needless roots under the water's surface. The near-horizontal bottom part of the trunk made a decent bench. The leaves made a questionable sail. Petals drifted lazily around them.
 
Kit awoke up suddenly, coughing, for the first time since they had grown the tree. His mouth was full of peach.
 
Erry quickly jumped away and tried to look innocent.
 
Jora helped him up as he tried to get his bearings. Erry was pointedly not looking at him. Nolan was holding a fish.
 
"You did that," Jora said. "Pretty impressive, huh?"
 
Kit nodded, and opened his mouth to respond in full, but then Erry turned around and shoved another peach in it.
 
"Mmph," he said instead, and then found his hands full as well when Nolan shoved the large fish into them.
 
"Nrrnk," Kit added.
 
=== Lauhen Sea - day ===
 
It was later. Another day. All the same.
 
Erry was drangling, hanging over the edge, arm trailing into the water, holding a bucket. Nolan was counting, doing maths. Jora was fishing.
 
Kit asked, "What are we doing?"
 
They were lost at sea on a raft with nothing, and yet half of the raft was covered in tree and various supplies they'd accumulated: barrels of water, dried fish, magically crafted tools and weapons, a pile of tentacles from a small squid that had gotten too close, a hunk of whale blubber that the massive squid had given them. And there was also a science project of sorts with a pile of peaches that Nolan had started at some point - possibly making wine, definitely smelling very strongly.
 
"Floating," Nolan said.
 
"Waiting, I suppose," Jora said.
 
"For what?" Kit asked.
 
"The next part of the story," Erry said, pulling a bucket out of the water. "Then we can go home, right?"
 
"No," Nolan said.
 
"What, then?" Jora asked. "Where are we going?"
 
"Forward," Nolan said.
 
"To what?" Jora pressed.
 
"On," Nolan said.
 
"We just left," Kit said. "And now we're here and I... what?"
 
"Like the passage of sheep throughout the day, the events leading up to this were not mere coincidences," Nolan explained, setting aside the pole. "If we keep going, the natural laws of probability should rearrange themselves around our passage, and we will be able to say that it must clearly have been our purpose all along."
 
"What," Kit repeated.
 
"Then we keep going?" Jora asked. "What about Molstead? It's your home, your families..." Then Erry handed her a bucket full of shrimp, and Jora eyed the younger girl inquisitively.
 
Erry said, "We should eat whatever these things are."
 
"Maybe he's right," Kit said, taking the bucket instead. "I dunno what we're doing here, but we wouldn't be doing much there, either. Out here all we have is possibility. Anything could happen. Maybe some of it's important."
 
"We're in a raft," Jora told him drily.. "How important could it be?"
 
Kit shrugged and boiled the shrimp.
 
=== Lauhen Sea - day ===
 
Later.
 
The routines of listlessness resumed. Erry had taken to hanging half-out of the raft drooling. Sometimes a peach or fish would get too close to her hand and she'd grab it and toss it into the raft, but mostly she just hung.
 
Jora now had Kit employed making some more weapons out of the same magic ice as they'd used for everything else, because even though they already had too many weapons, she thought they needed more, and Kit had quickly given up arguing with her. Instead, he played word games with Nolan as they went. The latest game was exceptionally simple: one would say a word, and then the other would say a word that was supposedly related. Erry would also sometimes shout a word from her drangling point, but hers were more sporadic.
 
They were currently on a particularly long word for 'insipid'.
 
"Shimmering!" Erry yelled back, lolling her head back almost like an owl.
 
"Glacier," Kit said.
 
"Sheering," Nolan said.
 
"Apocalypse," Kit said.
 
"Dust," Nolan said.
 
"Can you make this bendier?" Jora asked, handing Kit back an attempt at a longbow. "It needs a balance between springiness and tension, but it also needs to be distributed more... evenly down the ends. If that makes any sense."
 
"No, no, I see what you mean," Kit murmured, and rearranged its bits a bit. "Better? Also sphinx."
 
"Aquamarine," Nolan said.
 
Jora had a go at bending it again and nodded, and they kludged up some arrows before coming back to fine-tune the bow itself.
 
"Crevice," Erry said later.
 
=== String 44158 ===
 
{{q|The sea is very good. The setting sun is beautiful! The sea is wide. Very... very wide! They were fluttering in the sky, making the sky magnificent. I let the worldly people understand their grandness! Go ahead! Mother stand on you!|Various}}
 
=== Lauhen Sea - morning ===
 
Another day. Another morning. Glimmers of predawn on a stillborn sea clinging vaguely to the dream of life.
 
Nolan saw it first. Jora and Erry were sleeping, with the latter using the former as a pillow. Kit was in some sort of trance. Nolan was keeping watch, in the sense that he happened to be awake and he happened to be watching.
 
Then he put his finger in Kit's ear and said, "There's something out there."
 
Kit came out of it swatting at him and grumbling, and Nolan repeated, "There's something out there."
 
There wasn't much to see, not even any birds. Just glowing skies, glittering waves, and rolling water. The sometimes clouds that would wisp overhead, painted now with hints of gold.
 
"I don't see anything," Kit said grumpily.
 
Nolan just stared off at the horizon.
 
Kit socked him and went back to his zonked-out trance.
 
Later on in the day, with everyone slightly more awake, food made, and sunglasses donned, the others saw it too.
 
"Oh," Kit said. "It's a dot."
 
"Ship," Erry corrected.
 
"I don't recognise it," Nolan said.
 
"Why would you?" Kit asked. "Have you ever even seen a ship?"
 
"Boat," Erry corrected.
 
"Shut up," Kit said.
 
"Vessel," Jora said.
 
"Yacht," Nolan said.
 
"Float," Erry said.
 
"Craft," Jora said.
 
Kit stared at the others glumly.
 
The others stared back with varying expressions of curiosity, apathy, and excitement.
 
"You wanna go check it out or not?" Kit asked finally.
 
"Turnips," Erry said.
 
"Sure," Jora said.
 
"Armed," Nolan said.
 
"Great, that's one vote 'yes' and two votes nonsense," Kit said, rolling his eyes. "As always, the nonsense has it, so it's a good thing that wasn't actually a vote." He tied up some wind and directed them dot-ward, using the tree as a sail, making a point to keep it from capsizing them.
 
Nolan put weapons in everyone's hands. Erry wound up with a pair of daggers, which she proceeded to scrape together, making a horrible buzzing sound. Jora took a bow to complement the swords and everything else she already always wore. Kit gave Nolan a really, really irritated look before finally just accepting the longsword that was only as light as it was due to being effectively made out of magic.
 
"You know I can't use this, right?" Kit said.
 
"I don't know that," Nolan told him.
 
"Well, I can't," Kit replied.
 
"You can't use a focus?" Nolan asked.
 
"This is a sword," Kit said.
 
"Only if you use it as a sword," Nolan said.
 
Kit blinked and looked over the sword again in surprise before finally mouthing, "Oh."
 
For his own part, Nolan covered himself in weapons, strapping knives everywhere, putting a pair of swords on his back, a quiver at his belt, an axe on his leg, grabbing a bow for good measure, and then plonking himself down on the tree like some sort of barbarian king.
 
"Sheep," Nolan said.
 
 
 
It wasn't long before they caught up with the ship, exchanged yells with the crew, and discovered something of a language barrier between them all.
 
The ship itself was large, wooden, and full of sails, and of a general style of craftsmanship that came across as decidedly foreign. The crew were mostly human, muscular and dark, wearing light, loose clothing of similarly foreign style, and also, in many cases, clearly armed.
 
"Apa itu? Adakah anda berkembang dusun?" one of them yelled mockingly, pointing at the tree.
 
"Anda kanak-kanak hilang?" another asked.
 
A third got in an something of an argument with a fourth.
 
"Woggly banga hatuchi habanga!" Erry yelled back, but fortunately for everyone involved, none of that got through either.
 
Kit glanced at Nolan, but Nolan was just sitting on the tree, staring intently at the ship, so he guided the raft up against the side of the ship. Two sailors jumped down almost immediately, bringing ropes, securing the two vessels together.
 
"Gadis kecil, anda gembira di sini? Tiada tempat untuk bermain," one of them said to Erry.
 
"Andal shoops," Erry said back. "Fatso gonk."
 
Kit rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that'll go over well," he said.
 
Nolan grabbed a rope and scrambled up onto the ship and started making hand gestures at the crew. Surprisingly, one of the crewmen started signing back.
 
They were really getting going as the other three came aboard, the sailor also talking to a few of his fellows as he went, though most of them had headed over to the side of the ship to oggle the tree, which really did look quite ridiculous.
 
"Mereka terkandas di laut. Perlu laluan untuk mendarat," the guy was saying.
 
"Well?" Kit said, scooting up to Nolan.
 
"Pirates," Nolan told him.
 
"Really?" Erry said.
 
Jora was eyeing the ship's crew. They were relatively dirty, unlike the kids, though they probably didn't have a bored wizard on board who could simply clean them all with a cantrip, either.
 
"Mereka bukan dari deslan," sign language guy said. "Ada sihir."
 
"Katakan kepada mereka itu menyalahi undang-undang," another told him. There was some laughter.
 
"Mereka akan sesuai betul-betul di dengan kami," someone else said. This one looked like he might have been the captain.
 
Sign language guy seemed to agree and signed something to Nolan.
 
"Hanya perlu menjadi kurang jelas mengenainya," the captain said. "Harus denda."
 
Jora eyed them worriedly.
 
"Any treasure?" Erry asked.
 
"Are they friendly?" Kit asked.
 
"Yes," Nolan said. "We're all illegal, so we're friends."
 
"We're... illegal?" Jora asked blankly.
 
"Magic is," Nolan said, gesturing something else at the same time. "They say they can take us with them if we stop being obvious."
 
"Perlu menghilangkan pokok itu," one of them said, laughing, and sign language guy translated.
 
"Er," Kit said.
 
"Lose the tree," Nolan said.
 
"Aww," Kit said.
 
"We can do that," Jora said. "What should we pay for passage?"
 
Nolan gestured a bit, got a response that was considerably longer, and said, "Mostly peaches."
 
"They can have all they want," Kit said.
 
"Mostly?" Jora asked.
 
"Yes," Nolan said, and then strolled off and started climbing up a mast.
 
The others exchanged glances. The pirates laughed.
 
"Selamat datang," a few said.
 
"Maybe I can magic some sort of translation," Kit said.
 
"Don't be obvious," Jora told him. "But yes. We need to know what they're saying."
 
"What's he doing?" Erry asked, looking up at Nolan. The boy was currently perched atop a sail, peering off into the distance.
 
"Looking for sheep, probably," Kit said, and then two of the pirates were steering the three of them away, below deck, and, after shooing a groggy guy out, into a small room with four hammocks and a bunch of drawers. Apparently this was theirs.
 
The pirates grinned at them, pointed out a bunch of things saying what and where they were, said other things that completely failed to communicate anything meaningful, hung up the lantern, and then left them alone.
 
Jora shut the door and turned to the others. Then she noticed the lantern - oil, with a little wick and flame and a covering that was probably glass - and completely forgot what she was going to say. Instead, she said, "Seriously? This thing is wood, and they use ''flame'' for light?"
 
"No magic, remember? It's probably all they have," Kit said, putting up a magelight regardless. This filled the room much more effectively, banishing the shadows, lighting everything up so they could see with detail.
 
The detail turned out to be mostly dirt and stains and general grubbiness.
 
"Ew," Erry said, scratching at some of it.
 
Jora smacked the magelight with a soggy curtain and it went out in a curl of sparkly smoke.
 
== Part 5 - Initiate the prying eyes ==
 
''Life twists and turns. You don't see it coming. That's the whole point, right? One moment everything looks hopeless, the next it's all changed. One little thing turns all of perception on its head.
 
''But despair lingers. The seeds remain, buried.
 
''Falter. Tire. Drink.
 
''And remember.
 
''Notes:
 
# ''Words may be recycled.
# ''Everything that is understood is language. Numbers, too, are language.
# ''Truth is singular. Its versions are mistruths.
# ''The Deathdealer has been condemned.
# ''{{idioma|Sisu.}}


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Coraline looks up from scooting out a table.


{{q|Fear drives the universe. You will find dread among the galaxies. You will find horror in the heart of a star. You will find your fate in a heap of dust.|''The Diktat of Septa Parisis''}}
Agata peers down at her imperiously, purring, and closes her eyes.


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MIDNIGHT... BUT NOT
After. The Void. The Nothing. The universe of Arling Tor has been destroyed. Only sphinxes remain, 3.8 billion winged cat creatures, hungry, immortal, lost. They barely move, lingering, hovering, balling together, forming a nearly solid moon-sized sphere of roiling cat matter. They do not hurtle.
Gaze, sweetling, upon the sheer impossibility.
Instantiate. The centre of the sphere. A pocket, not of air, but of space. In it are two humans, or at least entities who had once been human. Bertram is in grey, dark and concealing, unchanged from his ancient role of Voice. Coraline is in blue, light and summery. They are the same. They are nothing alike. Together, they form something else entirely, but not. She is no longer the Hand.
Cat eyes stare at them from all sides. Cat noses crinkle. Cat butts flash.
They speak over the purring, too loud to hear, but to their ears, meaningless. "Good job," Bertram says.
A sphinx drops onto Coraline's head, seemingly unplanned, but impeccable, draping itself over her face like a deep cowl. Its eyes supersede her own. Together, they look like Batman, and together they glare at him unimpressedly.
"Really, I'm impressed," Bertram goes on. "I did not expect that when we destroyed the entire universe, this would happen."

Part 0: Present introductions

In the year 2028, by the Cerrisian calendar, the crown of Soravia fell, sending the kingdom into chaos and turmoil. Years pass. The ruling Houses struggle for power and influence, making alliances and sending their armies to march and engage in terrible battles. The devastation only spreads, with no end in sight.

But Soravia is large, and many areas remain almost unaffected.

But Soravia is small, and there is no escape within its shores.

Notes:

  1. Coraline is a librarian.
  2. The story is always told from perspective. Translations are built in, even gestures.
  3. A 'universe' is an artificial construct.
  4. Notes may provide context, but not meaning.
  5. Coraline Henderson is dead.
  6. Sisu.

Narrow Escape

EXT. Country road; Soravian wilderness - afternoon
A small Finnish woman with light brown hair, Coraline, is fleeing unseen hunters. She's in the autumn woods, leaves blowing down around her, sprites dancing in their trails. There's a road, though she cannot quite seem to decide whether to avoid it or stick to it. Behind her, the sound of horses and dogs and shouting men gains imminence. Slung across her back is an ornate golden staff with a large, stylised phoenix built into its end, with wings outstretched.
There is another chatter of voices, too, somewhere else, getting louder, but these are unfocused, uninterested, all around.
Everything has failed her. She is desperate, and has little hope, but still she runs, finally making up her mind to stick to the road, sprinting down its dirt pack with everything she has left, breathing hard, in and out, in and out. Every stride jolts through her bones.
She can feel her strength failing, but she tells herself, at each of the road markers, get to the next, get to the next, get to the next.
She doesn't stop.
Even as she unwillingly slows, and the world darkens, she does not stop.
Even as the dogs make the road, even as the horses clatter into hearing, even as the shouts become clear, she does not stop.


EXT. Soravian town - evening
It is earlier, a few days, still autumn. The town is full of soldiers, hanging around the bars, loitering on the streets, tenting on the outskirts. It is not quite an occupation, but almost.
Coraline hurries through, avoiding them but not. She needs a place to stay, food to eat.
She heads into an inn.


INT. Some inn - evening
It's crowded inside, more so than out, and smokey, and noisy, full of ash demons hovering about the ceiling supports.
Coraline heads over to the bar and finds the INNKEEPER.
CORALINE
Hey.
INNKEEPER
Get you something?
CORALINE
Meal and some vodka for the road... and I don't suppose there's any chance of a place to stay?
The innkeeper looks at her, surprised.
INNKEEPER
We're booked, obviously, but... you're travelling alone?
CORALINE
Yeah...
INNKEEPER
Hold on.
(he yells over his shoulder, toward the kitchen)
Gemma!
(he heads back, continuing)
Gemma, got a question...
He shuffles into the back room, leaving Coraline at the bar. Other bartenders bustle around in his stead.
Coraline looks around.
It's mostly soldiers in here, too. Their insignias are one of the noble houses. One of them squeezes past Coraline to talk to another guy at the bar, and she steps aside.
SOLDIER ANDRE
Hey, check this out.
Andre pulls out a small soulstone and sets it on the bar. It's perfectly black.
The other guy, ROB, reaches out to pick it up, but then recoils from the touch.
SOLDIER ROB
Agh, what is that?
SOLDIER ANDRE
Black soulstone. Was talking to the Deathdealer, and he gave it to me. You can use them to detect Carriers even before they turn...
Coraline is holding the soulstone in her hand, staring at it in utter fascination. Her eyes have gone completely black. The voices around her have risen to a roar in her head, drowning everything else out in black, even as the stone forms an impossible brightness in her mind. It's perfect. Safe. Necessary. Needed.
The voices rise to a scream.
The floor drops away beneath her, swirling in green.
A moment later, everything is normal again. Coraline is still holding the stone, her knuckles white. The inn's loudness is nothing more than the chatter of dozens of men all crammed inside one common space. Rob and Andre are staring at her.
Coraline forces herself to drop the stone and flees in utter terror, pushing into the crowd, darting through the tables, out onto the open street. Nobody really tries to stop her, not really knowing what's going on.
The stone bounces off the floor, once, and then stops, sitting still on the ground, gleaming.
SOLDIER ROB
What, does that mean...
Andre leans down and picks up the soulstone.
SOLDIER ANDRE
She was a Carrier. The Death of Souls.
The two soldiers exchange glances and hurry out after her.
The innkeeper comes over a moment later.
INNKEEPER
Yeah, my wife thinks we can...
(he realises Coraline's not there anymore)
Where'd she go?


EXT. Soravian town - night
Coraline walks quickly, trying not to draw attention, but still hurrying as much as she can as she squiggles down the cluttered streets, holding her staff low, looking around for anything to help, any way out.
She spots some horses, and manages to get over to them without anyone really noticing, and soon she's properly off, keeping the horse at a trot, whispering to it to be calm.


EXT. Clearing - morning
A few days have passed. Coraline is slowing now, letting the horse longer to rest, walking more along with it. She lets it graze now, as she lies down in the grass, staring up into the red-orange trees and bright blue sky above. There has been no sign of pursuit.
Clouds drift across the blue.
The wind shifts. The horse smells something, its nostrils twitching, ears following. Faint sounds drift in from the way they came. Clatter. Barking.
Dogs.
Coraline jumps up quickly, readjusts the tack, and mounts, hurrying the horse back into a trot.
She hurries now, pushing the horse harder than before, forcing herself to slow only from time to time, dismounting and walking quickly beside it. They pass through the woods covering good ground, vaguely downhill.
The horse slows further, stiffening, no longer getting up to speed, as the day goes on, and into the night, and morning.
The first time it trips, she heals it, placing a hand to the hurt leg and letting it mend, even as the voices rise around her.
The second time, she abandons it, continuing only on foot.


EXT. Country road - afternoon
Coraline is about to fall. She has been running too long. The rhythm in her stride is breaking down, her arms and legs no longer rising as they should. She is like the horse, but worse. She has less to trip over, though the road only barely stays beneath her feet as the trees around bounce crazily in her periphery.
The pursuers are all but drowned out by the voices.
It was a good go. A solid fight. She knows this. She accepts it.
She slows, and stops. Exhaustedly, she turns back the way she came, pulling her staff off over her head, planting her feet, fighting her trembling arms. She points it vaguely, levelling it back down the road, and waits.
Someone nudges her elbow, lightly, insistently. A young boy, NOLAN (8), is next to her.
Nolan takes her arm and pulls at her, unrelentingly, toward the side of the road, before wordlessly shoving her off down a side path.
Then he turns back toward the road, just as the pursuers round the bend, and steps toward them. They slow as they approach.
The dogs avoid Nolan entirely, shying away, stopping. They do not seem to like him at all.
The DEATHDEALER leading the group addresses Nolan.
DEATHDEALER
Where is she?
NOLAN
Who?
DEATHDEALER
The woman.
Nolan stares at the Deathdealer blankly.
DEATHDEALER
Have you seen her?
NOLAN
No.
DEATHDEALER
Nobody has come this way?
NOLAN
You should have sheep. Show me to your sheep.
The Deathdealer reins his horse away, looking down the road.
SOLDIER
What?
NOLAN
Those are sheep dogs.
SOLDIER
Dammit, kid, this is serious!
They hurry on around Nolan, continuing on.
As the clatter and barking dies down again, Nolan turns back down the path to the temple.


INT. Molstead temple - evening
Coraline opens the door slowly, peering inside, then stumbling in as the heavy door closes behind her.
The temple is still, lit dimly with late sunlight trickling in through some of the high windows and candles at the shrines to the many gods around the walls. At the far end, facing the door and the other shrines, is a single large STATUE OF AZORRES, who looks nothing like Ganesha, looking down on the space.
Some offerings are laid out at its base.
CORALINE
(quietly)
Hello?
STATUE OF AZORRES
Welcome, wayfarer, to this house of the gods. You have need of sanctuary, I suspect.
CORALINE
Yes, gods... yes. Are you Ganesha?
STATUE OF AZORRES
You will be safe here. My priests will provide a place to rest.
CORALINE
But the soldiers... they won't give up. They know what I am.
STATUE OF AZORRES
They will not take you from this house.
Two priests, DAVIS and CORMITH, come over and help Coraline toward one of the back doors.
CORMITH
Here, come with us.
DAVIS
We'll keep you hidden until they leave. It'll be fine. I'm Davis, and this is Cormith.
CORALINE
Lyra. Lyra Zidane.
DAVIS
All right, Lyra. You're among friends now.


INT. Molstead temple - night
The main room is empty now, aside from Nolan, who is lingering by one of the shrines, looking strangely at home.
The Deathdealer and some of the soldiers enter the temple. They pass Nolan by, not paying him heed.
DEATHDEALER
(approaching the statue purposefully)
Where is she, statue?
STATUE OF AZORRES
Who, dear Deathdealer?
DEATHDEALER
You know exactly who I mean. We have covered the village. This is the only place she could be. Where is she hiding?
STATUE OF AZORRES
And what do you intend to do should you find her?
DEATHDEALER
You know that too.
STATUE OF AZORRES
And you should know that no aspect of Azorres would ever aid you toward that end.
DEATHDEALER
She is a Carrier of the Death of Souls! She may look like a person now, but she is cursed, and you know what will happen if she goes free and finishes her transformation. That woman will break down into a mindless monster, devouring and destroying all souls in her path, and the curse will only spread.
Surely you must see reason. She must be destroyed, now, before it is too late.
STATUE OF AZORRES
She is under my protection.
DEATHDEALER
(starting toward the back door)
I will find her. I will dismantle you piece by piece if I must.
The statue's voice changes, becoming larger, stranger.
STATUE OF AZORRES
(quietly)
You would threaten a god in his own temple?
NOLAN
I think you should leave now.
The Deathdealer turns to regard Nolan.
NOLAN
(stepping out of the shadows)
Unless you wish to lose both life and soul in one slow, agonising process.
DEATHDEALER
Really?
NOLAN
Do you intend to try me, little man?
The Deathdealer (who is decidedly not little) and soldiers stare at Nolan.
Nolan stares impassively back, not blinking.
DEATHDEALER
You will be witnessed.
NOLAN
Okay.
The Deathdealer nods at the soldiers, and they all leave.
Nolan tilts his head slightly.
The Deathdealer draws his sword. On its blade, by the hilt, is a dark emblem of a skull and mask.
Nolan doesn't move.
STATUE OF AZORRES
Theramon sa Tgomi, stand down. If you will not listen to me, then listen to Kyrule, your own god, who has given me your name as proof. Stand down, and let this matter go. This Carrier you seek does not concern you.
The Deathdealer stops and relaxes, turning to regard the statue in surprise.
DEATHDEALER
I... understand. I will obey.
STATUE OF AZORRES
Tell your men she is dead, the matter handled before you even came. This is over.
The Deathdealer bows shakily and then very hastily leaves.
After, Nolan strolls over to the statue looking almost curious.
NOLAN
Interesting.
STATUE OF AZORRES
Very.

A day in the life

INT. Molstead Inn - morning
Coraline Dreams.
In the dream, you are running, fleeing. The sky hangs grey and low. The ground is dull and rocky, simply there. The wind is furtive and blustery, coming in wet bursts, whistling in the trees' leaves. It's going to rain.
A noise trickles out of the wet, a hint of warmth drifting around you. Trolls. They are hunting you. They have always been hunting you, and you don't remember any point in which they haven't been hunting you, and now they are getting closer. Dull leaves shift underfoot, muffling you footfalls, but it doesn't matter.
You trip. You fall. You are down, underground. A passage, a tall shaft above, open to the sky, shows little light from so far. The first raindrops fall wet and heavy, but only from time to time, only on one side, thrown by the wind above.
Down here, though, the walls are already wet. Seeping moisture hints at life within the ground, of strangeness, of alien forces silently at work, always changing. You cannot linger. You have to run. So you do, and the walls run with you. You run, and the walls change, widening the corridor, opening out into a grand cavern. Further on, jagged rock gives way to strange formations, pillars and columns, almost too precise, but right here, in front of you, is a car, some ancient Soviet model, poking its hood from the wall. It grins at you, all bumper and headlights, and says, "Whaddya know about that?"
"I'm sorry," you tell the car, "But I can't stop. I need to keep moving. The moment I stop, everything goes horribly wrong and the trolls find me, so I need to keep moving, okay?"
"I won't ask him," the car replies, withdrawing back into the wall.
That's good enough. But then you realise you're stopped.
The dream falls away.


The inn is a rustic preindustrial affair, wood and stone, but with glass panes and reasonably straight edges to its architecture. Coraline is sprawled on her bed in a back room. Her hair is a silvery white-blonde now, and considerably longer. A fluffy tortoiseshell CAT is on her face.
A bell is mounted on the wall nearby, attached to a contrapture leading back into the main room. A bottle of brandy is on her bedside table. Her phoenix staff is leaning against the wall, wings now folded. Books are piled up on shelves.
The voices are a disorganised chatter, roaring in the background.
Coraline shoves the cat off her head and then sits up, eyeing the cat confusedly.
The cat slides onto another pillow. There are a lot of pillows.
CORALINE
Mwaaagh?
The cat purrs.
CORALINE
Perkele. You're not one of mine. Who the crap are you, cat, and what are you doing in my bed?
The cat doesn't respond.
Coraline gets up and grabs the brandy, drinking some straight out of the bottle, and the voices die down to a murmur. Then she pulls on some proper clothes and heads into the kitchen.
The kitchen is empty, the stove cold. A few ash demons are floating over the wood, like little puffs of ash.
Coraline shoos the ash demons aside and grabs a chunk of bread.
CORALINE
Jess? Hello? Anyone here?
Another cat, THIMBLE, is sprawled at the base of the step into the tavern proper looking very angry, and Coraline steps over him without even paying attention.
The tavern proper is almost completely empty, the floor swept, the tables stacked (aside from one missing a leg and nailed to the ceiling as a rather peculiar hazard). The shutters are open, sunlight streaming in.
An ELVEN TOURIST is seated primly at the bar, patiently waiting.
Coraline hurries over to the elf and give him an uncertain look.
The elf eyes her curiously.
CORALINE
Uh, how long have you been waiting?
ELVEN TOURIST
Oh, not long, an hour or two.
CORALINE
Riiight. Sorry. Day gal should have been here, but apparently isn't...
Coraline heads back into the store room, and is back a moment later with a small cloth package in hand. She cuts off the ribbon and passes it to the elf.
ELVEN TOURIST
(opening the package)
Your day gal, does this happen often?
CORALINE
Not at all. But if it does, and there's noone here, just ring the bell to get me, will you? That's what it's for.
The elf pulls out a weird piece of bread, sniffs it deeply, and smiles serenely, closing his eyes.
CORALINE
I'ma go see if I can find her. Need anything else before I go?
The elf starts nibbling at the bread and shakes his head very slightly.
CORALINE
Right.
The tortoiseshell pads over as Coraline moves to head out, and she picks up the cat and hefts her at the elf.
CORALINE
Is this your cat?
The elf turns to look, and then shakes his head again, again very slightly.


EXT. Molstead - morning
It's a bright summer morning. The sky is mostly clear. Loud birds are everywhere, on the buildings, in the trees, being loud. Some townsfolk are out and about, doing townsfolk things.
Coraline holds up the cat like a sack of potatoes.
CORALINE
(to the cat)
Any of this yours? Hmm?
The cat hangs limply in her hands. This is decidedly un-catlike, and yet at the same time, incredibly catlike.
CORALINE
(irritably)
Great. Do you see Jess anywhere? She should be here by now.
CAT
Who?
Coraline lowers the cat and eyes her suspiciously, but then decides not to press the matter.


EXT. Molstead market square - slightly later morning
The market is a messy combination of open square with stalls and buildings around with shops, with folks pitching and buying and just passing through in a horrible mish-mash. The folks are mostly human, but a few elves and stuff are mixed in.
Coraline is still holding the cat, and now has a small HAMSTERY GUY following her very, very closely repeatedly asking her what day it is. She attempts to ignore him.
HAMSTERY GUY
What day is it?
The hamstery guy circles around to follow her from the other side, except now he's actually slightly in front of her.
Coraline attempts to refrain from punching him in the face with a cat.
HAMSTERY GUY
What day is it?
A blacksmith, BARNEY, spots Coraline from near the smithy and scoots over, holding a scabbarded sword, just as Coraline is about to shove the cat claws-first into the hamstery guy's face.
BARNEY
Lyra! I've got this sword. You know I've got this sword. It's got your name written all over it, and for the absolute steal of a price of five silver it's all yours, all yours!
He holds the sword up in her face.
CORALINE
(pushing the sword away with the cat)
Now, look, I really don't...
She's interrupted by the hamstery guy pushing Barney aside and getting in her face.
HAMSTERY GUY
What day is it?
CAT
(hissing)
The day you die.
The cat slides out of Coraline's hands and settles around her shoulders, instead.
Barney pulls the hamstery guy aside again in order to reclaim his rightful place in Coraline's face. The hamstery guy attempts to retaliate, and Barney elbows him in the throat.
Foiled, the hamstery guy sidles off to bother someone else.
BARNEY
Five silver. Once in a lifetime deal. Just five, and it's all yours!
Coraline glares at him with the full force of Finnish Death.
Barney smiles at her disarmingly.
CORALINE
If I wanted to buy a sword, I would have commissioned one and you know it.
Barney gives her his best crestfallen look. Coraline continues to glare at him.
The cat watches curiously from Coraline's shoulders.
BARNEY
(breaking into a wide smile)
Fine, take it as a gift, then. Made for you, perfectly balanced, utter steal!
Barney bustles around her and fastens the sword to her belt, then hops back and nods.
Coraline continues to glare at where he was for a moment, and then just looks confused.
CORALINE
What?
BARNEY
Aye, yes, that's the look. Utterly dashing, the lady wizard.
Before Coraline can respond, Barney backs away entirely with a weird swagger, not unlike that of a used car salesman, still nodding, and retreats back into a bunch of passersby.
CORALINE
What... just happened?
Her hand falls to the sword, which has somehow been added very neatly with another belt opposite her bag.
CAT
You got yourself a sword.
CORALINE
Thank you, Captain Obvious. You're real helpful, aren't you?
CAT
Meh.
Coraline heads over to some various folk to ask around about Jess, though nothing really comes of it. She buys some lunch while she's at it.
After, she heads off down the road.


EXT. Molstead road - late morning
CORALINE
All right, cat, what's your deal, anwyay?
CAT
Obviously I'm a cat.
CORALINE
One that speaks. And has a sense of sarcasm.
The cat doesn't respond.
CORALINE
Why show up out of the blue? You even planning to stick around? Or are you some kind of alien or something trying to suck out my brain juices?
CAT
I'm a witch's cat. I needed a witch, and you seemed witchy.
CORALINE
What, did something happen to your old witch?
The cat purrs.
CORALINE
You got a name, then?
The cat purrs some more.
CORALINE
Cat, I got five cats already and I call them all 'cat', so please, something a bit more specific would be nice.
The cat stretches out a leg and sticks a claw up Coraline's nose.
CAT
Maybe.
CORALINE
(removing the cat paw from her face)
Maybe?
CAT
I'm Agata.
CORALINE
Agata. Okay. Good. Do I look like a witch to you?
CAT
(purring)
They all think you're a wizard. It's the same thing, really.
CORALINE
(she sighs)
They also think I'm from Ord.


EXT. Eslinger farm - noonish
Coraline comes up the road to find one of Jess's sisters, TEMMIE, mending the fence. Temmie stops and waves upon seeing Coraline.
The voices are getting louder again now, but Coraline just ignores them.
The cat, AGATA, trots over and rubs against Temmie's legs.
TEMMIE
What brings you these ways?
CORALINE
Hey Temmie. Was Jess coming to work today?
TEMMIE
Oh, aye. She left same as usual, hours back. Why?
(confused)
Did she not... Lyra?
CORALINE
She was here and then she left?
TEMMIE
Er, yes.
CORALINE
Right. So clearly something happened between here and there and there and... I need a new brain.
Coraline turns and leaves without saying anything more, and Agata pounces after her.
TEMMIE
Hey, hey, wait!


INT. Molstead Temple - noonish
Coraline pulls the doors open rather forcefully, causing them to swing open to either side of her while she stands there dramatically. There is no sign of Jess.
Agata ambles inside and sits down in front of the main large statue of Azorres, peering up at it.
Coraline hops inside right as the doors are swinging closed again and nearly gets hit in the foot by one of them, and scoots up behind the cat.
Agata swishes her tail.
CORALINE
(getting out a bottle of vodka)
Hey statue.
STATUE OF AZORRES
Welcome back, wayfarer. How are you holding up?
CORALINE
Miserably. Like a miser. I'm miser-able.
STATUE OF AZORRES
It is a difficult burden you carry.
CORALINE
What else am I going to do with it, drop it?
(she takes a drink)
So I'm looking for Jess. She went missing somewhere between her parents' farm and actually showing up to work. Where would I be looking if I were looking where I ought to be looking?
STATUE OF AZORRES
You have your answer there. Follow the path between farm and town, and perhaps the clues will reveal themselves.
Coraline nods, but doesn't go, holding the bottle like a shield.
Agata peers up at her curiously.
CORALINE
(quietly)
And if I'm dying... what would I be doing to stop?
STATUE OF AZORRES
You're getting worse.
CORALINE
It's slight, but I can feel myself slipping more and more. I thought if I didn't use magic, maybe I'd be okay. It'd stop. But it's winning. Slowly it's winning.
STATUE OF AZORRES
Four thousand years and there has been no cure to the Death of Souls. You know it will not simply go away.
CORALINE
But what can I do?
STATUE OF AZORRES
Find Jess. One problem at a time.
AGATA
You're oddly intelligent, for a statue.
STATUE OF AZORRES
I will take that as a compliment, little one.
CORALINE
Cat, after some of the people I've dealt with, I'd say it's oddly intelligent for anything, really.
AGATA
I thought you were going to quit calling me 'cat'.
CORALINE
Dammit cat, I call all my cats 'cat'.
Agata peers up at Coraline imperiously.
Coraline narrows her eyes.
CORALINE
Sassmaster.
Agata closes her eyes contentedly.
Coraline scoops up Agata.
CORALINE
And seriously, thanks, statue. You're a wonderful replacement for a working brain.


EXT. Molstead outskirts - noonish
Coraline strolls back down the road with all the care of an angry zamboni, Agata padding ahead, oppressive heat and sunlight bearing down on the both of them. Some mushroom sprites bounce alongside the road, keeping pace until one of them suddenly bursts into flame, and the others scatter. Heat waves rise off the road. Bugs buzz in the trees.
Coraline is now much more drunk, and the voices practically silent, drowned out by the resulting fuzziness.
She stops at a bend and sights down a footpath heading into the trees through the mostly-empty bottle, using it like a telescope with the lid off, which is completely ineffective as she cannot actually see anything through the bottom. Some of the remaining vodka splashes on her face. She blinks, and dumps the rest on her head.
CORALINE
Damn. Alcohol is lovely in this heat.
AGATA
Smooth.
CORALINE
(indicating the trail)
There's some ruins out this way. Maybe... I dunno.
AGATA
Do you have any leads at all?
CORALINE
None whatsoever.
AGATA
Do you have anywhere you need to be?
CORALINE
Nope.
AGATA
Well.
CORALINE
Right.
They head down the path.


EXT. Elven ruins - early afternoon
The ruins are a large quasi-clearing in the woods, the only remainder of an ancient elven city. Mostly the white stone blocks and columns lie scattered throughout the ferns and grass, trees growing through and over them, with only the odd wall or pillar rising against the green, clusters of buildings now almost totally reclaimed by the forest. Only one building stands out as intact - a solitary Edifice, still sealed after all these centuries, and nearly untouched by storm or moss.
Coraline comes out on the path, looks around, climbs onto a particularly large white block, and glares out over the ruins.
An alarming amount of spider webs glare back at her from some of the trees on the far end.
CORALINE
(squinting unhelpfully)
...gogs?
A beige and gloopy PORRIDGE gloops past Agata on the ground, and she hisses at it.
Coraline hops down and heads over into the webby trees.


INT. Gog tunnels - afternoon
It's webby, and a bit messy. There's no real path at first, but then one seems to grow almost organically out of bits of web.
As Coraline and Agata progress, the webs get thicker.
At one point she sees a gog hanging off a bunch of webbing on a tree. It looks a bit like a large dog-sized spider, and appears to be asleep.
At another, she passes a tree with a large circular hole cut exactingly through the trunk, except the hole is almost as big as the trunk is, and the top of the tree is held up almost entirely by webbing. Through the hole is shoved a door.
She continues on, and the webs thicken. The trees are swathed in webbing, until everything is covered.
Ahead, the webs converge entirely, leaving only a single round tunnel, maybe a metre in diameter. At its entrance are two more gogs, also asleep.
Agata hops up onto Coraline's shoulders.
Coraline walks up and pokes one of them.
The poked gog startles and legs at the other gog, which also startles and legs back. They prod at each other a bit with legs and then slow, and then stop. After a moment they collapse back onto each other, vibrating.
Coraline scoots past them carefully into the hole and walk-crawls very awkwardly through it.
AGATA
(next to Coraline's ear)
I hope you know what you're doing.
CORALINE
I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing, or what's going on. Gogs aren't... this isn't what they do.
AGATA
Looks like they did.
CORALINE
Mostly they're just an annoyance. Steal some sheep. Web over a door. That sort of thing.
AGATA
Mostly?
The tunnel abruptly ends, and Coraline spills out into an oddly circular chamber, completely bound in spun white webbing. The ceiling glows with diffused light. A couple of other circular tunnels are scattered about the walls. A weird sweet, sticky smell permeates the space.
It is completely empty, aside from the centre. In the centre is a solitary wooden door, standing upright without a frame or even hinges. It is in perfect shape. It has a knob.
Coraline stares at it blankly for a moment.
CORALINE
I don't even want to know.
She scoots very carefully around the edge of the chamber, keeping her back to the wall, watching the door carefully until she gets to the next tunnel.
AGATA
And yet you're continuing.
Coraline gives the door one last worried look before scooting into the new tunnel and hurrying away.


EXT. Gog clearing - afternoon
This tunnel opens up into a clearing that is much less webbed over, with only odd swaths netting down from branches, and a decent carpet underfoot. Old trees tower overhead. Afternoon sun trickles down in motes of dust. It is surprisingly cool.
Coraline is sobering up a bit as they come out, but the voices are still quiet.
Gogs are all over, mostly in groups of 3-10. The nearest group are gathered around a bunch of doors, all fairly beaten up. One of the gogs pokes a door with a stick, then drops the stick and starts jumping on the door in aggravation. Another pulls a door upright and then, along with two others, headbutts it.
Coraline watches curiously for a moment.
CORALINE
You know you need hinges, right?
The gogs all freeze exactly where they are: the ones with the doors, quite a few others just hanging out in the clearing, a large group doing some sort of choreographed march around the perimeter, and also a smaller group holding up paper signs around a very confused looking JESS.
A few of the gogs in the paper signs group are also holding sticks. One appears to have been in the process of poking Jess with its stick, but is frozen mid-poke.
JESS
(also not moving)
Lyra?
Coraline threads her way through the groups of gogs, trying not to run into too many, but they don't respond even when she does.
CORALINE
You okay? Kind of need you at the inn. We do have elves.
JESS
Um... yeah, mostly, I guess?
Jess pushes aside the stick uncertainly, and then pushes through the sign-gogs. The signs say things like 'door problem' and 'what knob' and 'show force??', and they are all very consistently upside down. She hurries over to Coraline and collapses into the older woman's arms, sobbing.
CORALINE
(patting Jess awkwardly on the shoulder a couple of times)
There, uh, there?
Jess takes a few minutes to calm down, during which Coraline slowly pulls/nudges her toward the edge of the clearing. In the meantime, the gogs around appear to do absolutely nothing.
JESS
They kept poking me. They seemed to really want me to help them with their doors. Except they couldn't explain very well. They just have signs and broken doors everywhere, and then they ran out of paper, and I don't even know. Lyra, what is going on?
CORALINE
They wanted help with the doors, apparently.
Coraline looks around at the motionless gogs. There seem to be fewer now.
CORALINE
We should probably get out of here. If they let us.
JESS
What did you do?
CORALINE
Uh...
AGATA
She mentioned hinges.
A nearby gog collapses.
Jess jumps, and winds up behind Coraline, clinging to her shoulder.
Coraline turns around, pulling Jess with her.
All the gogs that had been behind them are gone.
JESS
What? They're... They're...
CORALINE
Meh.
Coraline marches off into the woods in what she hopes is the general direction of the ruins, or at least town, and Jess follows closely, not letting go of Coraline's sleeve.


EXT. Molstead woods - afternoon
Coraline and Jess get back out into the open woods without too much trouble, but an odd stillness follows them. A disquieting quiet.
Coraline grumbles irritably and draws her sword, and Agata climbs around onto the opposite shoulder for a better perch. The name 'Lyra Zidane' is written down the blade in flowing patterns, with engraved leaves dancing out around it. The whole design comes across in surprisingly good taste.
JESS
What is it?
CORALINE
I don't want to alarm you, but I think we're being followed.
A bush shudders nearby.
CORALINE
Definitely being followed.
JESS
Run?
CORALINE
We don't even know who it is. Maybe it's someone who could tell us which way to run.
JESS
What?
AGATA
She means to say we're lost.
CORALINE
I would never say that. But if I would, well, yeah. We're lost.
(loudly)
Hello we need directions can you help us?
The trees rustle overhead, and leaves drift down.
A scuttling skitters in the underbrush around, over the hillocks, behind the trees.
The first few gogs appear, running toward them, and then gogs are pouring in from every direction, over the ground, covering it. The trees shake, and more gogs come down those, from all sides, all around, converging on Coraline and Jess.
Jess clings to Coraline.
The nearest gog bites at Coraline, and she stabs at it with the sword.
The gog bites at the sword instead, to no effect. The other gogs all just sort of stop.
Confused, the gog bites at it again, but this has no more effect than the first time.
The gog hops backwards several metres, and then all the other gogs start converging on it, streaming around the two women, grouping, building a heap, piling up, and up, and up, until they have all just sort of conglomerated into a big, quivering conglomerate.
A gog tumbles off the side and rolls away, only to scamper back to the pile and climb back on.
There is a very long, awkward pause as gog pile and humans face off. Coraline looks a bit creeped out. Jess just looks terrified, clinging to her.
Then Coraline lowers her sword very suddenly. Jess jumps.
CORALINE
Damn arm was getting tired.
(to the gog pile)
Hi. Gogs. Or whatever you call yourselves. Can you tell us which way to town?
There is a shuddering in the pile, and then one of the gogs in front hops forward slightly and pulls a stack of paper out of somewhere unspeakable.
It makes and holds up a sign. It reads, 'door problem'.
CORALINE
Really? We hadn't noticed.
The gog drops the paper and scribbles on another one, 'cannot into'.
CORALINE
(shaking her head)
No, this is not polandball.
This goes on for a bit, but it eventually unfolds, amidst many signs and drinks, that the door problem, specifically, is that the gogs cannot figure them out. As a result, the gogs have become obsessed with doors, stuck on how to get them open, how to get past them. So they kidnap humans, learn their language and how to write things down on paper to communicate, trying to get the humans to teach them how to door. But it doesn't work. The humans don't know what they mean, and then the gogs run out of paper. So then they need to break into humans' nests again, this time to get more paper. Except they can't, because doors are in the way, and they still can't get past them. They don't have the right appendages to use the knobs. They don't have the mass to just tear them off their hinges. Covering them with webbing does nothing. So they use other means. Throw Keith in through windows when they can. Tear the thatch off roofs and drop in when they can.
But inside are also doors.
CORALINE
So... door problem.
The gog holds up the 'door problem' sign in agreement. Or possibly a new 'door problem' sign. There are a whole lot of signs on the ground now.
The pile also quivers in agreement, or something.
CORALINE
Right. I'm really not sure how to help you with this.
The gog holds up a sign that says 'open door'.
Coraline sighs.
CORALINE
Which one of you is Keith?
A gog pries its way out of the pile and holds up a sign. The sign says only, 'Keith'.
CORALINE
Hi, Keith. What are you after when you get inside a... human nest?
Keith holds up a sign that says 'paper'.
CORALINE
Because you need paper for your signs. Of course you do. Look, we need to get back to town, but we'll send some, erm... specialists out here when we do, okay? They might be able to actually do something about your door problem. Or whatever it is your problem really is.
Coraline strafes around the pile to the side, and the entire pile rotates to face her. She backs away, and the pile stays put, watching with many, many eyes.
CORALINE
Great. Could you by any chance point us in the direction of town? Human nest nests?
A gog pries itself out of the pile and holds up a sign: 'show'.
Coraline gestures for it to lead the way, and they follow it back to the road, and then town.


EXT. Molstead Inn - evening
Coraline and Jess get back to the inn in the late evening, Coraline now carrying a snoring Agata under one arm. It's pleasantly cool, and several patrons are hanging around outside with mugs. They greet the women as they approach, but then go silent as they notice the gog.
CORALINE
It's a gog.
PATRON
Um.
The gog holds up a sign. It says, 'gog'. It's unclear where this came from.
CORALINE
See?
The inn's door is propped open, and Coraline tries to shoo the gog in, but then it just stops and pokes at the door. And then the door prop. And then the door some more.
CORALINE
(ushering Jess inside instead)
Yeah, let's just leave it at that.
(to the patrons)
It's friendly. Don't do anything stupid.


INT. Molstead Inn - evening
Inside is fairly busy. Folks are all about, filling the tables, standing around, drinking. DORS, the orcan bouncer, is tending bar. He waves at Coraline and Jess cheerfully as they come in, baring too many teeth.
Another cat, ARGUMENT OF HAGS, yowls from a shelf in welcome.
CORALINE
Right, I think we need food. And then we need to get you home. You good to work tomorrow?
Jess nods.
Coraline pushes a very drunk guy off a barstool and he wanders off, oblivious. Then she plonks Jess down on the stool in his place, and dumps Agata in her lap.
CORALINE
Stay.
Dors pours Jess a drink.
DORS
I expect you've had a day. How about some poses?
Coraline heads to the kitchen to get some food, and grabs her staff while she's at it.
When she gets back, plates in hand, phoenix staff slung over a shoulder, a small crowd has gathered around one of the tables.
Dors is striking ridiculous poses at Jess.
Coraline deposits the plates by Jess and goes to investigate the crowd.
The gog is on the table. Several guys are attempting to give it beer.
The gog holds up a sign that says 'inside'.
GUY
Yeah, put the beer inside. You drink it. You getting this?
(to the others)
Am I saying this right?
ANOTHER GUY
Sure, look, it seems to get it.
The gog drinks some beer.
Coraline backs away very quickly, grabs her plate, and leaves the inn entirely.


INT. Keller's place - evening
Coraline shows up to Keller's place, still shovelling food in her face, and pounds on the door with an elbow. This doesn't entirely work, so she stops eating and uses her fist instead.
A moment later, KIT, Keller's apprentice (he's about 12), answers the door, peering up at her curiously.
KIT
Need something?
CORALINE
Got a job, if you're interested.
KIT
Yeah?
KELLER, dressed in stereotypical wizard robes, swoops the door open entirely before Coraline can respond.
KELLER
Miss Zidane! So good to see you again. Do come in, come in!
He ushers Kit out of the way, and Coraline inside.
Having lost access to Kit, Coraline comes inside.
Inside is rather messy. There is a stuffed moose hanging from the ceiling. Scrolls and notes are scattered across every surface. An entire wall is covered by something that looks like an elaborate chemistry experiment. Stacks of books line the other walls.
Coraline eyes the books curiously.
KELLER
So what brings you out this way this fine day, hmm?
Coraline takes another bite of her food, still eyeing the books.
KELLER
Ah, yes, I suppose I have amassed quite the collection over the years, haven't I? If there's anything you'd like to borrow, I suppose I could part... for a small fee.
Coraline painfully drags herself away from the idea of books and gets back to what she actually came here for.
CORALINE
I actually...
(she notices the moose)
Is that a moose?
KIT
Wondered that myself. Not a sheep, though. Nolan checked.
KELLER
It certainly is.
CORALINE
Why?
Kit shrugs.
KELLER
Oh, you know. You need the right space.
CORALINE
Right. I actually need to borrow your apprentice.
KELLER
(disappointedly)
But I have so much to give!
CORALINE
Unless you want to investigate a bunch of possibly insane gogs?
Keller stares at her for a moment.
KELLER
I've got research. Very important research that I must attend to.
CORALINE
Of course. I wouldn't mean to ask you to do anything beneath your station.
Keller hastily flounces off into another room.
Kit raises an eyebrow.
KIT
Insane gogs?
CORALINE
Well, maybe. There's a bunch of them out past the ruins, at least. Maybe you lot can figure out what the hells their problem really is?
Overtly, they're having problems with doors. And paper. The thing I'm really not clear on is why. They're communicative, though. Sort of. They use a lot of paper signs.
KIT
Sounds like you want Nolan.
CORALINE
Hey, if Nolan can translate gog signs, great. But you'll still need to translate Nolan, and you'll probably want to bring a sword with you just to be safer...
KIT
And I'm sure we can find a use for overloud shrieking.
Coraline shrugs.
CORALINE
Out of curiosity, what would Keller be likely to charge for some of those books?
KIT
More than they're worth. They're just manuals, and half of them are completely wrong.
CORALINE
Damn.
Kit pulls one out of a pile and hands it to Coraline.
KIT
Here, this one's a good starting kit. Just take it. He won't even notice.
CORALINE
Er, thanks.


EXT. Molstead - evening
Coraline escorts Jess home later, dropping off her plate at the inn and decidedly not investigating the gog table, which has an even bigger crowd now.
Outside, the voices are almost completely drowned out by the clatter of insects. Almost.
Jess is much calmer now. She glances toward Coraline periodically as they go as though about to say something, but then doesn't.
Coraline either doesn't notice or doesn't care.
Finally they get out of the town proper and onto the environs road through the woods.
JESS
I wish I could be like you. Nothing ever stops you, does it?
Coraline gives Jess a confused look.
JESS
I just froze. I had no idea what to do, but then you showed up... thank you. Thank you.
Coraline nods.
CORALINE
You want to do something, you just do... something. It won't always help, you won't always know what it will do, but if you know that doing nothing won't get you out, then try something else and figure out what will.
I used to do that too. Freeze. Not know what to do, hope it would blow over and just fix itself. Especially with people. But you get practice. You learn. You realise everything follows the same patterns, you learn how to test it and continue from there.
(quietly)
I still sometimes have no idea, though, and I put it off, don't deal with it. It just gets worse in the meantime.
JESS
You talked to the gog.
CORALINE
I talk to a lot of things. But it's often not a bad place to start.
For some reason they continue past the turn off to the Eslinger farm.
JESS
I'd like to stop at the temple first.
CORALINE
Sure.


INT. Molstead Temple - late evening
Davis is lighting candles at the shrines as Jess and Coraline enter.
Jess goes to a few of the shrines and does shriney things.
Coraline wanders over to bother Davis, standing right behind him.
CORALINE
Bother.
DAVIS
Oh, hello.
Davis looks at Coraline expectantly.
CORALINE
...that was really all I had to say.
Davis gives her an amused look and moves onto the next shrine, and Coraline follows. This one is to Kyrule, the god of death. It features a thick stone disk, with a skull wearing an elaborate filigree mask carved in relief.
CORALINE
Does it ever seem strange to honour a god who is such an antithesis to your own? Azorres is life and compassion, Kyrule death and judgement. On one hand you have the pain and struggle and solace of trying to survive at all, and the other... cold finality. The ultimate failure that awaits us all.
DAVIS
Where is the antithesis? These things go together perfectly, each giving meaning to the other.
CORALINE
But aren't they at odds? That very meaning comes from the opposition.
Davis remains silent as he finishes lighting the candles, and turns to face her when he's done.
DAVIS
This opposition is how they come together.
Azorres' compassion tempers Kyrule's blade. But where compassion fails, where order breaks and the hells would reign free across the lands, we need that blade and all the ruthlesseness that backs it. The world is a question of scales, balanced between all: life and death, order and chaos, needs and desires. The gods reflect this, each one a piece of the balance, and so we honour all.
CORALINE
I guess I just don't much care for some of them.
DAVIS
You don't need to care for something to see the value.
CORALINE
Value, yes, but...
She sighs.
DAVIS
You can't fully hold the god responsible for the actions of his followers.
CORALINE
They've been very consistent.
DAVIS
Do you blame them? Would you earnestly prefer they not try to contain...
(he glances over at Jess; more quietly)
This? Though their means are merciless, would you prefer it spread?
CORALINE
Gods, no.
DAVIS
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean...
CORALINE
Davis. It's okay. You're right.
DAVIS
Kyrule doesn't want you dead. If he did, you would be, despite all our efforts. Trust in that?
Coraline shakes her head, smiling confusedly.
Davis winces and goes onto the next shrine.
Coraline plods over to the statue.
STATUE OF AZORRES
Have you considered what you will do from here?
CORALINE
Not really, no.
Here's a question for you. Would it be wrong to turn an entire civilisation of a sentient species of spiders into raging alcoholics?
STATUE OF AZORRES
Yes.
CORALINE
Oh.
STATUE OF AZORRES
Were you really considering this?
CORALINE
Not particularly, but if I don't do something soon I might not be able to stop it, either.
STATUE OF AZORRES
There is a distinction between causing something and failing to stop it.
CORALINE
There's also a distinction of I live here and have to deal with the consequences, whether it had anything to do with me or not.
Jess comes over to the statue as well, kneeling before it.
STATUE OF AZORRES
Rise, dear child. You will always find solace here.
JESS
Thank you, my Lord. Thank you for watching over me.
(she puts a cake with the other offerings)
You sent Lyra for me, didn't you?
STATUE OF AZORRES
I did.
CORALINE
Normally I'd argue, but... yeah.
(to the statue)
Why didn't you just tell me where she was?
STATUE OF AZORRES
I did not know. A god may see their faithful as existing within the world, and know them how they are, but this comes with no precise knowledge of location or status. I knew that she was alive and in need. I heard her prayers and sent you the only direction that made sense.

Gog handling

INT. Molstead inn - morning
It is morning. Coraline is in bed again, happily asleep, this time with no cat on her face, but two cats next to her. A soft, polite dingling rings through the room, and then stops.
CORALINE
Nnnrgh.
The polite dingling of the bell contrapture repeats, and Coraline suddenly realises what it is, attempts to get up, and falls out of bed.
CORALINE
(yelling from the floor)
Coming, give me a moment!



A few minutes later, she grumps into the tavern proper holding a bottle of whiskey, mostly dressed, staff and sword under an arm, holding another cloth package, looking like a very angry videogame character. Several cats watch her from the bar as she enters: Thimble and Argument of Hags, as well as TRESS, SCOFFLE, and ONPAHANVAANLAMPI. Thimble looks particularly angry today.
The spare gog has cocooned itself on the hazard table sticking out of the ceiling. An argument is happening outside the main door.
The elf is again sitting at the bar, waiting primly.
Coraline puts down her whiskey, drops her weapons on the floor, cuts the ribbon on the package, and passes it over to the elf as before, this time muttering a particularly choice string of finnish profanities.
The elf pulls out a piece of bread, sniffs it deeply, and smiles serenely, closing his eyes.
Coraline grabs her weapons again and grumps over to the door and tries to open it.
Coraline tries to open the door again.
Behind her, the gog reaches out and holds a sign off the hanging table. The sign says, 'rote system'.
Coraline kicks the door, mostly out of sheer annoyance.
JESS
(yelling from outside)
Lyra? You in there?
CORALINE
(yelling back)
Yeah, what's wrong with the door and why aren't you in here?!
Agata pads over and peers up at the gog.
AGATA
It's called a hangover.
KIT
(also yelling from outside)
Gogs webbed it over! Hold on, I'll get it off.
CORALINE
Kit? What... voi paska.
KIT
(outside)
Wind fire burn!
There's a FWOOMPH outside, and a moment later, JORA, the kids' young elven sword-nanny, opens the door and peers inside, sword out.
Jora nods and sheaths the sword.
Nolan (now 11, though he's hardly grown in the meantime) and ERRY, Kit's little sister (8), are also there.
Jess heads inside and then stops, staring at the gog on the table.
CORALINE
Just... ignore it. I don't know.
The gog holds out a sign that says, 'hangover'. The sign is right-side-up for a change.
CORALINE
Get it some coffee maybe?
Jess gives Coraline a confused look.
Coraline shrugs blankly.
KIT
So. Gogs?
CORALINE
Gogs.
Coraline picks up Agata and hangs the cat around her neck like a very warm, stuffy, purring scarf.


EXT. Elven ruins - morning
Erry runs out into the ruins first and climbs up a particularly upright chunk of wall. Nolan climbs after her not long after.
Kit, Jora, and Coraline all walk in like normal people.
Agata walks in a bit behind them, peering about.
KIT
I think I see where the gogs are.
CORALINE
Yup.


INT. Gog tunnels - morning
The tunnels are empty. There is no sign of any gogs actually in the area.
Coraline and the kids come to the tree with the hole cut through the trunk, and the door shoved in it.
CORALINE
So they did that.
KIT
I don't get it. What possible purpose could that serve?
ERRY
They didn't get that something has to actually hold up the tree. Or maybe they did?
Coraline shrugs.
Jora stalks ahead, listening for something.
NOLAN
We're coming.
They continue on, into the tunnels themselves, and come to the circular chamber with the solitary wooden door enshrined in the centre.
There's a rustle in the other tunnels.
Nolan strides up to the door and peers up at it.
Jora draws her sword.
Coraline readies her staff.
Nolan puts a hand on the doorknob.
A shiver whispers through the webbing around and overhead. The ceiling thrums.
Nolan turns the knob.
The walls tremble. Gogs poke out of the tunnel openings, peering in.
Nolan opens the door, swinging it open on missing hinges.
The vibrations in the webbing are almost constant, now, jarring, humming. Gogs climb over gogs, peering in, watching. A couple topple down into the room itself.
Behind the door is a space, empty, black, silent. Echoes drift outward, countering the hum around. Behind it is a rhythm, almost like a heartbeat.
Nolan closes the door.
Several more gogs tumble down to the floor.
NOLAN
I see.
The gogs all still around them. The vibrations cease. The humming quiets.
KIT
You do?
ERRY
In the darkness, silence waits. It's listening. It hears us, even now.
Agata pads around the door, peering at the back.
Nolan turns around slightly.
More gogs fall into the room, pushed out of the tunnels by gogs behind them.
Nolan holds up a sign. It says 'Door'.
Several dozen gogs all around them also hold up signs, which also say 'door'.
Nolan holds up another sign that says 'interminable darkness'.
A couple of gogs hold up signs saying 'talk' and 'signs' and 'alive'.
Nolan holds up a sign that says 'sheep'.
KIT
Well, that didn't last long.
There is a shuffling in the tunnels.
Some other gogs hold up signs saying 'open door' and 'darkness'.
AGATA
Oy, human. Open that door again.
Nolan holds up a sign that says 'a master'.
The gogs still and lower their signs.
Nolan turns and opens the door again.
The heartbeat reverberates against the dark. Echoes whisper.
Agata sniffs at the darkness, her ears back.
AGATA
Witch.
What do you see?
CORALINE
(coming a bit closer)
Darkness, and a door with no hinges or frame.
AGATA
Wizard, what about you?
KIT
(also coming over)
Concur with the witch?
AGATA
(shaking her head like an irate cat)
Close your eyes, both of you, and look properly.
CORALINE
Eh?
Regardless, they do.
At first nothing stands out, but then, without eyes, the doorway comes into focus. There is a frame, and beyond it, not darkness at all, but light. Humming. Pulsating.
The voices whisper strangely around, distorted. Something else lingers behind.
KIT
I see a frame.
CORALINE
It's bright. Alive. There's something... familiar...
Kit opens his eyes.
KIT
It hears us. Feels us.
Agata hisses.
ERRY
(shouting)
Close it, close it put it away get it away out out out of my head it's in my head it's... in...
Erry collapses behind them.
Jora hurries over to Erry.
Nolan shoves at the door, but it doesn't close.
KIT
I hear...
Kit starts to walk toward it, but Coraline knocks him down and shoots at the door with her staff. The first blast disappears into the dark, so she shoots the frame, instead, narrowing the blasts, intensifying the heat, making them resonate with the same energies as the frame itself.
The frame begins to unravel, and she finishes it, slicing it to pieces with the bladed wings.
The brightness fades. The voices return to normal.
Coraline opens her eyes.
The open doorway is gone. The strange hum is gone. Only a burnt, bent, gashed door remains on the ground, torn off its imaginary hinges.
Hundreds of gogs stare silently.
Nolan holds up a sign that says 'irrelevant'.
NOLAN
You don't need to open doors. You need paper and a purpose. I will teach you.
Nolan walks over to a seemingly random gog tunnel and stares at the gogs occupying it.
One of them holds up a sign uncertainly: 'forward'.
Coraline glances over to Agata, who simply sits watching.
CORALINE
What was that?
AGATA
A teaching moment.
Kit gets up, looking confused.
KIT
What? Erry?
JORA
She's alive, but unconscious.
Nolan continues to stare at the gogs in the tunnel. Slowly the gogs in it shuffle about, and then start to get out of the way. The gogs in the other tunnels, too, begin to disperse, pouring out into the chamber and scuttling after Nolan.
Nolan heads into the cleared tunnel.
JORA
Get your sister back to town.
Jora hurries after Nolan.
KIT
I suppose we can just let him do his thing.
Kit peers after them longingly.
CORALINE
Oh, just go. See what happens, blow everything up if you have to. I'll take care of your sister.
Kit runs off almost immediately.
Coraline kneels next to Erry and places a hand on her chest, using her healing senses to give the girl a proper go-over. Overall, she seems to be fine. There's a general sense of exhaustion and a bit of a darkness lingering in her mind, but no real sign of overt damage or anything particularly alien.
AGATA
Well, he clearly cares.
CORALINE
He's what, twelve? What do you expect?
(she picks up Erry)
Ugh, she's heavy.
AGATA
Or perhaps you're just weak.
CORALINE
I'm definitely weak. But she's also heavy. These are not exclusive things.
Coraline tries again, this time hoisting Erry across her shoulders in a fireman's carry.


INT. Molstead temple - late morning
Coraline pries the temple door open with a mostly free hand and sidles in.
Davis and Cormith are in a corner talking to their intern, KILBETH.
KILBETH
Are you sure about that?
DAVIS
Yes.
KILBETH
Are you sure you're sure?
Davis turns to look at Coraline pleadingly.
CORALINE
Cormith! You're a real healer, right? Could you give me a hand with this girl?
CORMITH
(hurrying over, looking relieved)
What seems to be the matter?
Coraline passes Erry over to Cormith, and he takes the girl, holding her much more gently than Coraline had been.
CORALINE
Something up in her headbrains. I didn't want to try anything for fear of making it worse.
Tai jotakin sinne päi.
CORMITH
I... see. I'll see what I can do.
(casting over Erry)
What brains?
Cormith carries Erry off into the next room.
CORALINE
Great. In the meantime I think I'm going to get myself reacquainted with your floor.
Coraline lies down heavily on the floor, sprawling across the stone.
CORALINE
(mumbling)
Hello, floor. You're a nice floor.
Davis looms overhead.
DAVIS
Are, um, are you all right?
Kilbeth looms from the other side.
Coraline lethargically holds up a thumb, and then tries to actually put it up relative to the rest of her hand, though it only sort of works due to the angle.
Agata climbs onto Coraline's chest and sits down, a paw very firmly on Coraline's boob.
CORALINE
(recoiling)
Agh, cat!
AGATA
She's fine.
CORALINE
Well, I was, back when I could actually breathe!
Davis picks up Agata.
Coraline very hastily gets up and then nearly falls over again immediately after, grabbing Davis' arm to stabilise herself.
DAVIS
(sounding very concerned)
Are you sure you're all right?
CORALINE
I'm just tired. And blood pressure.
(she takes Agata off him)
I'm fine. Nothing to be worried about. You know the gogs in the woods had a door to horrible black nothing? Because the gogs in the woods had a door that opened up to horrible black nothing. Is that normal?
DAVIS
There are stories of Gateways opening to other realms. Often the entities beyond them are less than friendly.
CORALINE
Sure, except this was a door. Like that one.
(she indicates a completely ordinary door to a back room)
Wooden. With a knob. It had a heartbeat.
I kind of maybe slightly sort of destroyed it.
DAVIS
The heartbeat or the door?
CORALINE
The... door.
Davis nods slowly.


EXT. Granny Höhrmann's place - noonish
Granny Höhrmann's place is a cottage on the other end of town. It is suitably rustic. It has extensive flower gardens. It has grass and a small tree growing on the roof. A goat is tied to a log.
Coraline wanders over and knocks on the front door, Agata slung under an arm.
There's no response.
Coraline heads around back. Agata hangs limply.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN is sitting under a tree with a cat on her lap. They appear to be having a staring contest.
Coraline walks over and stares at both of them for a bit.
CORALINE
(finally)
What are you doing?
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Arguing with my cat.
AGATA
Are you winning?
Granny Höhrmann looks up in surprise at Agata and squints a bit.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Mad Anna's cat, isn't it?
AGATA
Not anymore.
CORALINE
So you know each other?
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Knew Mad Anna.
CORALINE
What about her cat?
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Might be it.
CORALINE
She says I'm a witch.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Might be.
There's a long silence as Granny Hörmann goes back to staring at her cat.
CORALINE
So... who's winning the argument?
Granny Höhrmann frowns.
AGATA
Apparently the cat.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
What do you think, Samaritan?
Granny Höhrmann's cat, SAMARITAN, turns to regard Coraline and Agata.
SAMARITAN
(yawning)
What is it, then? What are your knacks?
CORALINE
My what, now?
SAMARITAN
You're a witch, you got knacks. What are you good at?
Coraline glances at Agata.
AGATA
Drinking, mostly.
CORALINE
Hitting things with heavy objects?
AGATA
While drinking.
CORALINE
Yes.
AGATA
Possibly hitting things with objects drinking out of.
CORALINE
I do that sometimes too.
AGATA
I'm not surprised.
CORALINE
Still want me for a witch?
AGATA
Will you stop carrying me like a pile of logs?
CORALINE
Maybe. Depends on your answer.
Granny Höhrmann bursts out laughing.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Oh, you two are perfect for each other. And here me and Samaritan just argue all the time, but you... you'll spend a lifetime cracking each other up.
There's an awkward silence.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
What's the matter? Spit it out.
Coraline puts down Agata.
Samaritan jumps off Granny Höhrmann's lap and the two cats sniff at each other.
CORALINE
Let's pretend I have much of a lifetime left. Is this where my magic is from? Do cats just... normally show up? What exactly are witches?
(quietly)
Will this... help?
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Witches are. You're born to it, to your knacks. What you do with it is up to you, but it is yours.
As for whether it'll help you or not, I rather think that'll be up to you.
Don't screw it up.
CORALINE
So it's a tool.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
Exactly.
CORALINE
And I've got a cat who is also a tool.
AGATA
Appropriate, for you.
SAMARITAN
A cat and her witch, you're bound together. You'll share all your power and knowledge. You'll be allies whether you want to or not.
Samaritan stares at Agata.
AGATA
I chose her carefully.
Her knacks are... different. She can heal, and I bet we could kill. Anything.
Agata bares her teeth for a moment, and then it turns into a yawn. Samaritan yawns as well.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
(to Coraline)
And Anna was all about the fire, so you might find you've some skill with that, too, now.
CORALINE
And what about our snark? We get to share that, too?
Agata's voice resonates in Coraline's mind, like the constant voices around, but different.
AGATA
(mind voice)
Always.
CORALINE
(mind voice)
Agata? How... we just talk. And nobody else hears?
AGATA
(mind voice)
Mostly.
Coraline stares at the cats.
CORALINE
Perkele. I get all the worst and best things in my life. Horrid luck. Great luck.
Ghaaah.
GRANNY HÖHRMANN
(nodding)
Sounds like life, that.
Go on and learn.
Granny Hörmann waves dismissively.


INT. Molstead Inn - afternoon
It is later. The elf has wandered off for the day, and the spare gog is likewise nowhere to be found. Coraline is doing inn-y things, setting up for the evening, coordinating with Jess. Tress rubs against her legs from time to time, almost tripping her occasionally.
Agata watches from a shelf.
CORALINE
(mind voice)
Agata?
AGATA
(mind voice)
Yes?
CORALINE
(mind voice)
Are you okay with this? With me, what I am?
AGATA
(mind voice)
I knew. Soon as I smelled you, I knew. You're a Carrier, but there's more to you than that. You've got darkness in you, and secrets. But also sisu. What is sisu?
CORALINE
(mind voice)
It means a lot of things. In this case, I guess it might mean survival.
AGATA
(mind voice)
Yes. Your courage, your grit. Determination and focus, even against impossible odds. The hallmarks of a good witch. Sisukas.
CORALINE
(mind voice)
I'm going to die. I may kill a lot of others, and worse, in the process.
AGATA
(mind voice)
And when that happens, I'll find another witch.
Coraline looks up from scooting out a table.
Agata peers down at her imperiously, purring, and closes her eyes.
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