“They’re gone,” a voice whispered.Josephus glanced down, and he saw Ruth. The little girl smiled at him wickedly. “Gone,” she said again, and she vanished.And he knew it was true.Brian and his thrice damned wife! Josephus thought, snarling. They’re all gone. Each and every one of them.Enraged, Josephus finally let go of his grip upon the fog. It collapsed upon itself, the force of it rippling through the crypt. The agony of those caught beyond the iron fence, washed over him. They had failed him, and therefore they would suffer until he expanded the fog again. They would be trapped and alone, unable to find one another, or anything else familiar to them.He turned away from the crypt and made his way back to where his bones lay. They were wrapped in the rotted remains of his clothes beside the small stream. It was time to hunt Brian and Jenny down himself. Never had Josephus attempted to reach out beyond the iron fence. He sat down beside his earthly remains and looked hard at his skull.
