"Yeah," he replies, "there's a few."

"Like who?" I demand.

"The Hellfire Child, Clawswipe, and The Assassin. Why?"

"I've made a horrible mistake," I reply, "one of them, The Assassin, she's my wife."

"Ohhhhhh," Nameless replies, "that explains the affinity with scythes. Yeah, she became a holy mage who wields a scythe."

"How can we bring them back?" I demand.

"We can't," Nameless replies, "the only one who can is The Author."

So that's it? This is where this ends? No, there must be some way. I know there is.

"What about dark mana?" I ask.

"Well," Nameless replies, "it could work, but you'd need a lot."

"That I can handle," I reply.

"Then let's tear reality a new one!" Nameless exclaims, "just know this, if I do this, I won't return until after The Void War starts. Like, a year in."

"In the notes?" I ask.

"Yup," Nameless replies, "I'll be gone until the anniversary of the start of the Void War. The notes don't lie."

Loosing my best spy... is worth the risk. I can't leave scraped characters to rot in some limbo world. Expessialy my wife. The time to act is now.

"Let's do this," I reply.

"Oh," Nameless replies, "Not today. See, I ended up in a side plot so, yeah. I'll be ready in two days. In the meantime, relax."

Two more days, two extra days they are stuck in limbo. Why does it bother me so much? I don't even remember my wife.

I suddenly get a splitting headache. I see something... no, I see someone. It's... a vision of the first rewrite.

"Come on R.C.!" A girl with grey eyes like calm clouds and ginger hair like cinnamon leads me by the hand somewhere.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Just a little further," she smiles, but the smile is fake. Like she's hiding something.

"Come on," I reply, "that's not the smile I saw back when we first met. What's wrong?"

She stops dead in her tracks.

"Can I ask you something?" She asks.

"Sure," I reply.

"Have you ever had to make a difficult choice? Like, one of who lives and who dies?"

"I've had to a few times, yes."

"What would you do, if it was you or your brother?"

"I'd find another way."

"That's you," she chuckles, "always with a plan... listien, I... I'm sorry." She draws a knife and lunges at me...