“Y-You…. You can…” Handy was on his hands and knees in the cold water, his vision blurring as his eyes cast down upon the rippling water, distorting the dancing gem lights beneath him. He gripped his head, his hands over his eyes as his teeth gnashed. The pressure on his head was incredible – he could barely describe it, and images flowed through his mind: wealth, power, prestige. Everything he had always sought after and wanted. “You can… let me g-go home?”