Chartering a private plane to fly him home was the easy part. In order to get him back into the country, he needed his passport, which at that moment ...as sitting in the safe on board Bee Jay II. In an ideal world, a few phone calls would have done the job but that doesn’t allow for the machinations of the British Home Office. For them, nothing less than a declaration that the old passport had been lost or stolen would do. This had to be accompanied by an application for a new passport, two. Sighing to herself she turned into the drive and slowly edged into the garage as the door lifted automatically. The garage was eerily quiet and dark- particularly in the moment between the door lowering fully and the light coming on. One could hardly call it a light, it was simply a naked bulb, dangling precariously from the ceiling- casting an even creepier stark white light about the place. Where the light reached it was glaringly bright- bouncing off smooth surfaces. Where the shadows. The sun was angling through the trees just right, so she'd get at least an hour of sun before it had moved and she'd be in shadow again. Then she'd have to move, of course, chasing the sun. She switched on her music and lay face down, deciding to start with her back. She underestimated the effect the warm sun would have on her. As her skin became toasty warm, her eyelids drooped. She didn't remember falling asleep, but she fell into the most wonderful dream. She floated in the clouds, and the. The wax is made from the rendered fat of a dead god, and its flame is capable of destroying anything it touches. However, it can only be used once.”“And you had this just laying around?”“It’s an old family heirloom.” Ratu said, taking it from him and setting it on the table. “I will be right behind you with my eyes closed. If something goes wrong, I should be able to withdraw to the surface for help. If you haven’t gone mad, we can try again. Otherwise, the goblin will be responsible for.