Every ending was a beginning. The Wheel would continue to turn. And the Tower had to fall for change to occur. But Ms. Ives knew that as well as she did. The roar of water was white noise on top of the drums in Em's head as they got closer. Mist rising made it harder to see, and the flames Em had been projecting to light their way - and how she'd managed to hold onto that after drawing the Tower, she didn't know - flickered and dimmed in the spray.

"Together?" she asked, holding out her hand.