Xenotime was a land of dust and gravel. Fletcher stood at the center of town, a familiar place and yet right now, completely alien. It was devoid of life -- the people and animals were gone, and so too was the greenery he and Russel had put so much effort into growing. It was just the buildings and Fletcher and the roads of dirt, not to mention the sand flying about in the wind.

He turned in place, hoping to see someone, anyone. He caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye -- but then it was gone. The pub's door stood ajar, and Fletcher only hesitated for a moment before heading in.

It was so empty and quiet that his footsteps echoed even on the wood floor. He tried to call out, but his voice caught in his throat. Someone had to be here, but-- what if they weren't? What if he really was alone? He couldn't...

He didn't have to say anything, though; a sound reached his ears. A girl crying. He followed the voice through a door into a side room, and up a flight of stairs. He knew that voice even before he pushed open the door to her room and saw her, Elisa, curled up on her bed sobbing.

Finally he forced the words out. "What-- what's going on? Are you okay?" The dread building in his gut told him the answer, though. He knew what she would say before she said it, but he was powerless to stop it.

"Why did they save you?" Her voice was distraught and accusatory all at once, and it tore through Fletcher like ice. "Why do you and Russel get to live when we don't? Why didn't they bring us?" She was the only one here, but she wasn't the only one speaking. Her words were those of everyone else in Xenotime, all of the people Fletcher and Russel had sworn to help and atone to. All of them gone now, all but for the brothers.

Fletcher couldn't answer, and he couldn't move away from the doorframe where he stood. All he could do was stand and listen. He couldn't even bring himself to cry for them.