[3.3]

[Meanwhile in a space dwelling in a part of time unfathomable]

In the Infinity Embassy He sits bored out of his mind but because of who He is and knowing everything He just shakes his head. Already knowing the answer to the question he asks his closest “companion” “How much longer?”

“Sire, you already know, why do you ask?”

“Because always knowing is boring”

“They are here sire”

“I know”

Pin arrives at the Infinite Embassy, the first time being outside of her plane and universe she is gob smacked to say the least. “Everything is so grand” she says as she marvels at the sights around her.

“Not at all what you expected hun?” says a voice behind Pin and as she turns she sees a young man sitting with a mountain of-something next to him.

“Not at all…. I am honored to meet you, my name is- “Pin begins but He cuts her off. “I know and I know what you are. One of the perks of being well…me!”

“Well if you know everything about me and what I am going to ask you then what can we talk about?” Pin asks Him.

“It is the bane of my existence but I find your “history” unique. Let’s pretend like I don’t know anything. Tell me about your “****” He says taking a seat on a couch that just appears. He pats the cushion next to him and encourages Pin to relax.

Pin begins with and tells everything she knows about the ****. “That is amazing, a lot of what you say you and others can do sounds like some of what my children can do also.” He says to her after contemplation of what Pin spoke of.

As they continue to talk the final member of their conference phases onto the station. “Spector, it is pleasant to see you. Specter simply scoffs and says “Yeah yeah yeah, let’s get this on with. I left my universe behind to be here.

He was having fun, but since Specter was being an ass, He decided to just end it quick. “Fine, since SOMEONE *glances at Specter* doesn’t want to be friendly then we can just-begin.” He says as he unfolds the situation. “Because of our friend here, He is beginning to awaken. Things are getting worse in each of our universes and in others. Some of those leaders would be here if they could but alas the burden of leadership. The Spirit King of dimension B13542 was killed. We may need to accelerate his awakening to have some able to respond. Pin dear, do you think you can get him ready.” He asks while looking into the blind woman’s eyes. “I could, but you know what that would mean for him right?” He looks at her pensively. “I know, and I hate to do this but it was going to happen anyway, might as well use the situation to you advantage. “He says but notices Pin disengage from the conversation. “I am sorry something just developed in my universe and I need to respond.” She says as she removes her essence from the foreign demission.

As Pin phases back into her universe she travels to her old friend’s house. He bound her with the **** Walking technique years ago but it was never felt like she was a ****. He often told her that it was as if the **** lead him to her because of her time being alone. “I bind you not as a **** but as my friend if you will allow me.” Was his statement to her after the ritual was complete? Now she sees his body, battered and dead. Pin leans down and gently cradles his head as his daughter cries over her father. “They finally caught up to him. I know you are hurting Zoqia(Zo). But you know he isn’t really gone right? When the time is right you will see him again.” She says as she places a comforting hand on the youngling’s head. “I am not a child anymore you know that right” Zo says to Pin

“I do but you are still my youngling.” She says beaming at her ward. “I’ll meet you inside. Process these feelings, understand them and allow them to make you stronger.” Pin says to Zo as she fades from her side. Reappearing inside their domicile. Pin turns to the mother “I am sorry. I will miss Draxus also. He was my older brother. And he was your mate. “she says somberly. “Ashara we have much to do and the timeline is not in our favor anymore. Take all the time you need to but we must go, rather sooner than later." Ashara then buries her husband. [he showed me that the **** is not as cut and dry as our masters make it out to be.] Ashara says as she centers herself. If she were any other master, she wouldn’t express her emotions but she was no ordinary master nor did she have an ordinary master. Kissing the keystone, she says a silent prayer and joins her daughter in their starship.