It was nearly dawn before Wyatt gave up on Emma and left the asylum alone.

"Dammit." Once more for good measure. They're so fragile.

Wyatt stepped into the night and lit a cigarette.

"Nice to see you, Wyatt."

He hid his startled jump by turning around a little too quickly.

"Jonathan. How are the Ends?"

"Ending. The usual."

"Mmm."

"But... something interesting happened."

"Oh? What's that?" Maddening old man

"We had a visitor. Didn't seem to know where he was, poor soul."

"Really? You don't see many anymore, do you?"

"Other than the Types, no. This one wasn't a Type, but... he made the sky run backwards."

Wyatt coughed. "Do what?"

Jonathan didn't look like he was joking. The burly red head had his arms crossed, his jaw set. "It's tough to explain. I think you should come with me. You've got to meet Stewart."