“You have to run,” Tina said.

“Run?” Bette repeated.

“Look,” Tina motioned.

Bette looked and saw Kit leading up a mob and heading toward them. She must have called them when Bette was talking to Kit.

Kit was crying and had an angry expression as she called out, “Bette Porter and the mysterious woman in white have killed my father! And for that they must pay!”

The mobsters cheered indignantly and held up their swords, knives, and torches as they marched towards them.

“No! I didn’t!” Bette cried.

“They won’t believe you Bette! We have to go!” Tina cried pulling on Bette’s arm.

“But then they’ll think I killed my father!”

“When we take down Faye Buckley you can set it all straight!” Tina said, “we have to go!”

Bette looked desperately to Melvin’s body then ran into the forest with Tina close behind. They could hear the mobsters chasing behind them. They didn’t know the forest as well as Bette, no one did. So Bette and Tina were able to maneuver freely while the Kit and the mobsters had to watch out for trees, bushes, holes, and protruding branches.

It was when they had passed the border and were face to face with the green wall of the boundary that the mobsters had stopped chasing them.

“How do we cross this?” Bette asked, “I’m not getting trapped in the underworld.”

“There’s a bridge,” Tina said, “I don’t know where it is though.”

“Then how did you get here?” Bette asked.

“I had a night wisp guide me,” Tina said walking along the boundary and away from the Westland boundary.

“What is that?” Bette said following her.

“It’s a beautiful creature of the light,” Tina said, “they look like fireflies, and their job is to guide good souls through the underworld without them losing their souls.”

“So don’t you have it still, can’t we use it again?” Bette said.

“Her,” Tina said looking to the side at Bette who was walking alongside of her, away from the boundary, “and no, when they guide a soul they give theirs away to save another.”

“So…the night wisp…” Bette trailed off gulping.

“Yeah,” Tina said sadly, “she was my friend.”

“I’m sorry,” Bette said touching Tina’s arm softly.