Epilogue

It was a massive helicopter and the doors had opened and I had been pulled into an open area in the back with Coran's yellow dog behind me. I had been set in a corner and a boy about my age had wrapped several large quilts around me.

"Coran Young," the boy shouted in my face over the sound of the helicopter's propeller, "Do you know that name?"

I nodded.

"Where is he?"

I looked into the boy's eyes and felt either tears or raindrops fall freely from my eyes. The boy seemed to understand, for he ran back to the pilot – a girl also about my age – and shouted something to her before shutting the door I came in on. He looked at me one last time and shook his head before climbing into the co-pilot seat and the helicopter rose into the air and took off into the darkened horizon.

"… and take this with you." Coran had told me from my position in the trunk of the jeep only an hour or so ago. He handed me a small, rounded-rectangular object.

I remember looking from the object in my hands back to Coran and asking, "What's this for?"

I pulled the object out of my coat pocket and looked at it as I remembered what Coran had said next.

"If I don't make it, call Raven Ko and tell her…"

I looked at the object sitting in my hands from beneath the quilts and I flipped it open and began to search through the built-in contacts list. Beside me, the yellow dog shook out its fur; scattering water all around the cargo hold of the large helicopter.

I found the name Raven in the contacts list and pressed send and held the object – a cell-phone – up against my draining ear.

"Ajax Corporation, this is Raven," the person on the other line said almost immediately.

"Raven Ko?" I asked stupidly, wondering how to approach her.

"Yes?"

"My name is Hector Hatcher," I said slowly, "and I'm sitting in a helicopter on my way off of Dornia. I'm calling on behalf of my friend, Coran Young."

"Yes? What of him?" The woman asked, as if she had no idea who Coran was.

"He wanted me to tell you…" I choked on my words and tried again. Surely by now I was crying. "He wanted me to tell you that if he didn't make it out of Dornia, I was to let you know that he will see you in hell if you go anywhere near his mother."

There was a long pause and I took this moment to dry my tears. "Did he now?"

"Indeed, he did, ma'am." I said slowly. I felt ridiculous, but somehow relieved. "And I want you to know that I will not die until I see your corporation fall for what you've done to me and my friend."