They all sat around a table in Gordon's living room, the notes and open file of the registry in front of them.

"So now what?" Valkyrie asked. "Is there some way to know which one of these guys might be sending these letters."

"Now," Skulduggery said. "We call Hansard and ask if he knows any of these names."

"Problem," Valkyrie said. "We don't have his number."

"I bet we could find it online," Fletcher suggested, already pulling out his phone.

"Do sorcerer's have social media?" Valkyrie asked. She was sure Hansard wouldn't be listed in any public record or phone books, and the only social media she had was under Stephanie Edgely and had been run by her Reflection.

"Hansard does," Fletcher answered, pulling up his Facebook.

"People still use Facebook?" Valkyrie asked.

"It seems to be on its way out," Fletcher said. "And there's his number. Wow this guy posts a lot of pictures of himself, and his account is not at all private."

Valkyrie ignored his comments, typing the number into her phone, then handing it to Skulduggery.

"Why do I have to call him?" Skulduggery asked.

"Because I don't want to," said Valkyrie.

Skulduggery shook his head then pressed the call button.

"Hello Hansard," he said. "We're going to need you to come over…No we don't know where your father is yet but this will help…yes the house you came to before…Alright, goodbye." He hung up and handed the phone back to Valkyrie. "He'll be here soon."

"Does his father have a profile?" Valkyrie asked. "We could check the list against anyone who's interacted with his page."

"It could also be someone he thought was a friend," Fletcher pointed out, already looking. "No luck. Seems Facebook was a bit too high tech for the old guy."

They heard a car pull up outside, followed by a knock on the door. Valkyrie answered it and Hansard walked into the house before she could say anything.

"What's going on?" he asked, looking at Skulduggery.

"We need you to look through a list of names and tell us if any of them look familiar," Skulduggery explained, handing him the folder.

Hansard opened it and they all watched as he read through the list. Valkyrie tried not to squirm in the uncomfortable silence. Eventually he finished the last page and shook his head. "I don't know. My father never spoke about specific names."

"None of them look at all familiar to you?" Skulduggery asked.

"No," Hansard said.

"Alright, you can go now," Skulduggery dismissed him.

"That's it?" asked Hansard. "Do you have any other leads?"

"No," Skulduggery replied.

"Do you think you'll find him?"

"We'll do our best," Skulduggery said.

Hansard didn't say anything for a moment. "Alright," he said at last, turning to leave.

"Make your Facebook private, mate," Fletcher said once he was gone.

Valkyrie looked at him. "Are you still not over that?"

"No. Who has a public Facebook? It's weird."

"He's right," Skulduggery agreed.

"How much do you know about social media?" Valkyrie asked.

"Enough," he replied, to which she rolled her eyes.

"What do we do now? Just wait for another letter and hope this guy slips up?" Fletcher asked.

"Or some other lead," replied Skulduggery.

"I hate waiting," Valkyrie said.

"Patience—" Skulduggery began before Valkyrie interrupted.

"Is a virtue," she finished with a sigh.

"I've taught you well," said Skulduggery.

Several days passed with no new letters. Valkyrie spent those days lounging around the house reading and walking Xena. Even though she had spent five years never leaving the house in Colorado and Gordon's house was bigger than most, she began to feel like she might go crazy if she spent another moment inside. A text from Tanith asking if she wanted to hang out was what finally ended her agony.

The two of them ended up sitting in a small café in Dublin Valkyrie had never heard of, but Tanith seemed familiar with.

"So," said Valkyrie. "Besides the new title, what's new in your life?"

"Not as much as you would think," Tanith said. "Spent quite a bit of time trying to figure out what I missed while I was still remnant and where to go from there."

"Any verdict as far as what comes next?" Valkyrie asked.

"I suppose just more of the same as pre-remnant," Tanith shrugged. "Working cases, hunting monsters, the like." She wrapped her hands around her mug and leaned forward. "And how are you doing?"

"Alright," she replied automatically.

"Val." Tanith looked at her. "You know you can talk to me of all people. I mean you're not the only one who was possessed and forced to do bad things five years ago."

Valkyrie thought for a moment. "I'm definitely doing better," she finally said. "Not perfect, yet, for sure, but better. I think being away helped me forget, but being back is really the only way I'll be able to get over it. There are some things that just have to be faced eventually."

"I get that," Tanith said. "It was definitely hard for me at first, too. I took a couple months off just to process everything, then when I came back it was only as an Elder and only part-time. I think that gradual transition really helped. I just started taking cases again about six months ago and still don't do so with any kind of regularity."

"So you're saying I just need to give it time?" Valkyrie asked.

"I think that's all you can really do," Tanith said. "And don't push yourself right back into it too hard or too fast; you'll just end up burning out."

"I guess it's a good thing this case is going a bit slow." She wondered how long it would be until the case did start to pick up, though. If this one didn't consume her, another would and if it had taken Tanith six months to take a case at all, would Valkyrie be able to handle a case like the ones they used to have? And if she couldn't, would she know when to walk away? She wasn't sure she wanted to think about that—not yet.

"How are you feeling about what happened with Ghastly?" Valkyrie asked, shifting her focus to Tanith.

"That was hard, too," Tanith admitted. "It still is hard. I mean we just never got the timing right did we? We were so close but it never worked and I think that's the worst part. I just hope that he knew how I felt and how much I cared about him when he died."

"He did," Valkyrie assured her. "He never stopped trying to find a way to get you back. He was a good person and definitely didn't deserve to die the way he did."

"That's for sure." Tanith got quiet. "I just wish there was a way for him to come back."

Valkyrie didn't say anything, unsure of what there was to say.

"I'd liked him for quite a while before he asked me out, you know?" Tanith continued. "Sometimes I think about what would have happened if I had never been possessed by the Remnant or if he hadn't been killed. I think we would have been happy together, but I guess there's no way to know for sure now."

"I'm sorry," Valkyrie said.

Tanith shook her head. "It's not your fault."

Ghastly's death might not have been her fault, but Valkyrie still felt guilty. She and Tanith were like sisters and Tanith had had to process this all without her.

Valkyrie's phone buzzed on the table. She thought about ignoring it until Tanith gave her a look, waiting for her to answer it.

She picked it up, Skulduggery's name lighting up the screen.

"Did you find something?" she answered the call.

"It seems our good friend John may know something," Skulduggery said. "He told one of the guards the Killer Supreme would be looking for him. Of course when they asked more about it, he suddenly didn't know what they were talking about."

"They never do," she said, with a shake of her head, even though she knew he couldn't see it.

"Meet me at the Sanctuary in 20 minutes," he said. "Maybe we'll jog his memory."