As if she had any doubt in her mind, some part of the mayor of Othar remained behind. Though her feathers and flesh had been blasted to nothing, her skeleton remained. It looked strange, a little like the x-ray images she had seen of Lucky from many months ago. A skeleton of glowing hot metal, somehow still holding Olivia’s defiant pose. For an instant, anyway, before it dropped to the ground. It hissed and screeched when it hit, as though still possessed with the mayor’s wayward soul.