They'd made it to the top floor of the tower; Polka was sure of that. The doors had to be nearby...

But anything could still happen. There would be one more vision, one more glimpse of the prisoner waiting for them.

They'd already been told a sad tale, one that didn't yet have an ending.

"It can't be much farther." Gerard gave Polka a knowing little half-smile. Polka didn't miss that Hector hadn't moved an inch from his beloved liege.

"I know. Let's keep going."

Anything could happen. Maybe they'd be surprised-

And there was the vision, right on cue.