“I’m not going to force him!” Sarah exclaimed, so brightly that the whole cabana fell silent, staring at her. “But I think I need his help.” She lowered her hands into her lap, and her voice. “James, I know it sucked to die. But… we made it. We escaped the evil changelings, just like I said. I want to go back to our friends and finish what we started—make our way back to Othar, make some new allies. Can’t you wait on this vacation?” She gestured around at the cabana, the beach, the multicolored patrons.